Every new moon

When it comes to friendships I am no image of perfection,
Nor have I claimed my actions to be part of some divine intervention

I know I often make a mistake,
That causes a fine line to break,
But I have never claimed to be something I was not,
I have never meant for us to have fought.

We can be estranged now,
But truth be told I haven't really cared or even raised a brow.

I have always been this, always been headstrong,
I know what I want whether right or wrong.

I have been straight about what made me tick,
I never tried to play a role or carry out some trick.

So how dare you hold against me what I have always been,
And treat me like I've committed a grave sin?

How dare something that never bothered you before,
Be used against me to boost your score?

Though I admit I think about you once every new moon,
Not too late, not too soon,
And you know how people say,
"What if you wake up one day
And the person you were mad at had forever gone away?"

As awful as it may be but the truth is,
You are no longer a person I would miss.
Not with ache, not with sorrow,
Not with the passing of every tomorrow.

Once in my eyes you were the world and more
But that was before you turned rotten right to the core

Now I owe you not even a goodbye
I owe you no tears except that of a farewells joy