It's Different Now

It took three months of crying,
and three months of trying
to get over you.

Yet here you are again,
saying you're my friend,
when all you did was hurt me.

It was good in the start,
but then it fell apart;
there was no way to fix it.

We fought and didn't speak
for roughly three weeks,
and from then it was never the same.

I miss you my friend,
I will to the end,
but I know that good things don't last.