I hate you.

You didn't break my heart,
or stab me in the back.
But we're not friends anymore.
Even though,
you were nice about it,
and polite,
and were careful not to tread on my feelings,
and had my 'best interests' in mind.
I would have thought we had been through more,
in these short few months we became close.
I had shown you the skeletons that hung dusty in my closet,
and trusted you with advice.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe it was 'for the best.'
But I'll still miss you.
It will be hard to forget you, my friend.
And still,
I fucking hate you.