I’d have accepted your apology if your actions matched.

I’d have forgiven your naivety if your regret was genuine.

I’d have assisted the repair if your tools weren’t faulty.

But I’ll be dammed if I allow this bullshit to continue.

On my heart, I’ve held out and had nothing but hope for a renewed friendship.

Only it’s Monday the 16th of November 2020 and through mourning the loss of my grandparent. I’ve reviewed this.

Which is worse? A friendship watered sporadically by one or a friendship set on fire maliciously by the other?

‘You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship. I meant it!’ – Kendrick Lamar