Subliminally;, Poem. Options

[typh-a-knee]

since you love to be subliminal
thought i'd write to you.

i really don't know where A and B
stopped connecting but
surely there's some great reason
[crosses fingers]
yeah, that wasn't out of hope
i just hate to lie about it
friends will be friends
but when seperated via more friends
brought apart by other hearts
i'm not one to beg
i'm not one to really care
but when you were the shoulder
of all, i decided to lean on
and you brush it, turn it, freeze it
and it's cold against my cheek
there ain't sh*t else worse than thinking
i'm friends with you
and you think otherwise
i've been replaced ten times before
and it really ain't that bad
when you're a whole new person
it sort of
it kind of
makes me mad
i won't fuss nor cuss nor argue
i won't catch an attitude
but if we could be friends again
you'd get my gratitude

...i think i change my mind.
do you and i'll do me.
and if our paths cross again,
let it be of destiny.

subliminally.