The old days

I know I should care about you
good of health
happy of spirit

but
I don't

you're neither of these things
ever

sour

the victim
always

while you watch life
go
out of the eyes
of others
and blame
them
for your life

you never cared
for another person
not once
even yourself

defensive
angry
bitter

and still
somehow
I maintained this 'bond'
with you

I was owned.
I AM owned.

I don't care about you
anymore
or your lies
your 'heart aches'
your 'poverty'
... your lies
again

It is sad
I once called you
friend