Misery in "friend"

I should really stop texting you

And asking how you've been

I should stop seeking comfort when it's clear it isn't given to those who sin

And I know comparison is the thief of joy and so many other Pinterest quotes

But I can't help but see your pictures and have them remind me of the happiness I've lost

So no wonder I text you every thought I have

And I breakdown knowing the only person I loved is now gone

And you still never ask about how I'm feeling

And I know it's wrong the way I deal with these mixed feelings

And I know it's my fault for giving up on people so soon once again

And my brain for hurting me in the same ways it has for so many years

And you're not who I should be angry at

But I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend

To be okay with how things have changed

And that I'm no longer the first person in your mind when you hear the word "friend"