Your words taste like plastic.

I'm remember those hazy days.
Filled with alcohol and drugs.
Your words were written law to me.

I held you with all respect. Looked up to you;
followed with my eyes closed.
I strived for your affection.

I tried to write like you,
think like you,
have morals as you do now.

But when i cleaned up,
some how you lost your glow.
That thing that led me on,
showing me how good of a friend you were (or weren't).

Your words are plastic to me now. Filled with drama as if you had planned it.
Written and said with pricise accuracy.

But guess what?
I'm not falling for it.

So go ahead,
forsaken me,
tell me that i'm worth nothing.
We're better off not being friends.