Everything I believe in, you don’t.
Everything I respect, you don’t.
All that I love, you say you hate.
Today you walked past me twice.
You did your best to avoid eye contact, staring into your bag.
You have everything, I don’t hate you for that.
What I don’t understand is your resentment of me and mine.
We are no longer friends.
Were we ever?
The End of The Rose