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You never meant any of those nice words. Not a fucking ounce of it. Did you just want me back as a trophy or something? Something to set on display and ignore? I don't know, because you don't fucking talk to me.
You seem almost disgusted by me. Certainly feels that way.

"One of the dearest ones I've met," you called me.
"Wonderful feathery boy," you called me.
"Dear friend of mine," you called me.
And then I told you that I honestly felt about you. That I loved you.
You tore me down. Shut me out. Spoke out your ass about codependency.

You message the others. Call on them. Care about their feelings. You want them to be around.
But me?
Nothing.
You don't notice when I'm not there. You don't ask what I'm up to. You don't care about me.
And then you lament about getting the same treatment from someone else.