You still call yourself my Best friend?
I’m the worst best friend in the entire world too…

I feel guilty writing this. Fingers itching to wipe away my sinful thoughts, how can I think such of who calls herself my bestfriend.
Some words when repeated too much lose meaning. You haven’t lost your meaning yet, so many memories fastened to a precious untouchable corner of my heart… now I doubt the title . I ask how much until you lose your meaning too. Guess I already lost mine to you.
You won’t see this. I feel my words mean much less than what yours mean to me. I don’t write them for you though ,maybe I’m guilty of this too.
I don’t write these for you. I don’t want to show you how’ve you wounded me deep. Why do I still care?
Full hearts, laughing faces hand in hand with texts I cannot sent from ushering tears. Scarred heart. But you can’t see it. You don’t ask.
You care as much as I do ? I feel guilty asking this. Would you feel it too?
Afraid not.
I’m sorry our friendship came stained with doubts. Is it me? Is it you?
You go oblivious when it’s me. Though my eyes wide , caring not to hurt you. Don’t do that. Your words will hurt.
Why don’t you ask yourself too ? Maybe I don’t matter as much to you.
I feel guilty saying this but i can’t keep calling you my best friend.
