bottled up thoughts.

Is it wrong that I miss you not?
I am not here to
Be your chauffer
Drive yourself around
I am not here to
Be your bank
Get your own damn money
I am not here to fix your problems
Stop fucking up
I am not here to
Cry over your woes
We all have them
In fact I am not here at all.
I was there to
Share the driving
I was there to
Help each other through broke days
I was there to
Help you learn from your mistakes
I was there to
Return my shoulder to cry on.
But one day our friendship became a one-way street
And I sped down it
Without so much as a look in the rear-view mirror