I hope you read this, I doubt you will
My life is like an oil spill
I’m not angry but I still feel a distance
between us both, I miss your existence
I made it weird, awkward like
Someone broke a hole in our friendship dyke
It’s drained away, all the good
And filled back up with innocent blood
I wish to be your favorite again
I forgive you for everything that you’ve done
But it’s me who should be sorry.