Given the cold shoulder,Left behind the door,
Not even a glance behind.
Anger is the only comfort, to fill in the permanent hole,
The hole that people always tear wider.
Leave me frantically trying to repair,
But always fail in this.
Anger is my only comfort.
Writing this about a friend who I was looking forward to seeing for a week. After not seeing in a year, and when it came to it, they merely stood me up. I texted asking when to meet, she put it off, then more and in the end cancelled. Yet still wants to meet up another time.