I was reminded of you, for the first time in forever. 
Why- no, how could I so easily forget? 
But I reminded myself it wasn’t easy. And it wasn’t quick. 

I had put up a fight. 
Yet, you watched me from the sidelines. 
I would’ve fought forever. 
But I had to save myself. 

I chose you. 
Over.
And. 
Over. 
I put myself first for once. 

Yet, according to you, I am the bad guy. 
The unanswered texts, and phone calls. 
The birthday letter you never cared enough to acknowledge. 

I gave up. 

Sick of fighting for a friendship only one of us wanted. 
Months of wondering what I had done. 
Just to receive silence. 

I moved on. I moved on. 

Your call came late at night. 
Drunk. 
Drunk words are sober thoughts. 
Something I will forever believe. 

You tell me it's my fault. 
You tell me I drove you to- 
Confusion, then hurt fills me. 
The weight of your words was stronger than you know. 

I question how you could ever say that to a person. 
Let alone someone who used to be your best friend. 
Something I can’t whisper to myself in the darkness of my room. 
Something I could never ever say to another person. 
No matter how true those words rang. 

I am the villain in your story. 
You told your family all about the bad guy I was. 
Yet, I never told my family a bad word about you. 

Your words cut deeper than you could ever know. 

But I'll smile. And be polite. 
If you need me to play the villain. 
I will.