in general

Friendship

A bittersweet feel,

Loneliness at best.

 

You feed me attention,

When it suits you most.

 

Once adressed,

Messages are left ignored,

And yet you boast.

 

With a want for attention,

You come to me in tears.

 

I appease,

For only you to confirm my fears.

 

A cycle it seems,

You want and I please.

A ridicoulous thought,

As if I,

Could perhaps ask for you to appreciate,
To not face me with willful lies.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No one's to keen on my poems anyways