You only talk to me

when it’s convenient for you

Like I’m a house plant

that you only water

when you remember about it

You only talk to me

when you have a problem

Like I’m your personal crisis hotline

that you only dial

when you need it

You only talk to me

when you’re bored

Like I’m your court jester

that you only entertain

when you want to laugh

So don’t call tonight

because I won’t pick up

I’ve learned to value my peace

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(This song title is by Lady Gaga. I was surprised because I forgot that song was in my playlist. I made it into my feelings about my (former?) best friend. Even though she reached out after my last couple poems about this sort of best friend breakup, I still don’t feel like we’re friends. Like it’s back to where I always am asking how she’s doing and she gives like one word responses. 🤷🏻‍♀️)