kelland

Solidify me.

All your friends are falling to the floor in roars of laughter and I am sitting there telling you it's going to be just fine, because I'm scared to die alone and you're afraid of dying without fame. I never threw myself onto you -- never pursued your holyness, and it hurts to know you thought so. I didn't ask for the love and the hate you toss around or the people that occupy your space. I am put in a bad situation, made out to be the villianous foe, while you sit comfortably in your room and draw up your next scheme. Don't fucking drag your cape around like you own the entire town, like you put this place on the map. What am I to you? Someone who fucked up one time too many and doesn't deserve the time of day. And who are you to me? A confidence that I almost caught falling.

Surely we'll both forget and erase our faces from the foreground. But remember that in the 8th grade I slammed myself into a wall for your sake, and you quickly turned away when everyone pointed the finger. We are better than this and we can overcome it... or can we? In five years you will remember me as the girl that tolerated your permiscuity, your abuse and your misadventure, your indecisiveness, your disregard, and your apathy. I am the friend that did all of the talking so that you could get by saying nothing at all.

The fingers strike the chord and I'm sorry, but I have to go this time.

Dedicated to the people I've come to love the most.