Why?

Here's a poem that I wrote this week. I'd forgotten how therapeutic it can be for me, and with the suggestion of others I'm sharing it here.

Why

I never wanted to stop being your friend.
I wanted to try,
But you didn't listen.
I wanted to explain,
But you never gave me the chance.
You said you loved me,
But chose another over us.
You said you cared.
I know I hurt you,
I wanted to apologize.
Maybe I should've anyways.
I didn't take you in confidence,
But I was scared.
I knew you'd be sad,
Devastated,
Maybe even betrayed.
When I needed you to be a friend,
You chose to slap me with your words.
With your quotes you called me an ignorant coward.
You wouldn't listen to my side
You dismissed my sources of information,
And demanded I read yours?
I just wanted you to see,
That you'd been misled.
I know I walked away,
And never told you why.
But you hadn't said anything to me in weeks,
What reason had I to think you cared?
Besides, I'd always be in the wrong,
And what kind of friendship is that?
But I can't make you see it.
I can't force anyone to see what they won't.
I wasn't perfect,
But I was there for you.
Why weren't you there for me?