Teary-eyed and Mistaken.

Now, after a year and some months, I wish I would have thrown you away with that Micky's 40 bottle that afternoon at Delores Park. I was just trying to save a buck and you were being selfish. And really all along, I've been trying to save our friendship and preserve it because I thought the innocent feelings were mutual. I didn't know the fine print was conditional. I didn't know our bond could just...end.
And now, as I look back, I was being used by the one person I didn't think could. I continued to cook and clean, do your laundry, and suck your dick for months and months and months after it was "over". I flew back to Sf. YOU flew me back...
The worst part were the words, "I'm your family, Nay" that came out of your month. I took that seriously. I caught it with an open fist in the air and kept it. I kept that statement so close to me, i'd repeat it in my mind when things got bad.
But I'm throwing it away now, with you, with everything I learned with you, learned from you, learned about you. You were that Micky's 40. I drank you...then threw you away, just like you did to me.