Delete You

I am trying to figure out how to delete you. Erase you. Obliterate you. Make you "unexist" in my world. The trouble is, I can't figure out what to do with you. What do I do with the things that are left behind - like the gratitude? It is a contradiction and one that I buckle under the weight of every time. Hundreds of conversations and thousands of words are gone. The proof of you - what is left isn't a hole, or a void, just a space, in the shape of you. A space, in the shape that our friendship occupied. It is perfectly empty. A perfectly shaped absence. My friendship is something that I take away from people. I just take it, eventually, usually only after someone painfully proves to me that they didn't really want it in the first place. There are lines that get crossed that you can never get back on the other side of. I just never know where to draw that line. It is movable, flexible, invisible, sometimes. You want my friendship, so I am taking it away from you. Simply because you want it and I don't know why. Sometimes it is an untangling, sometimes a severing. Trying to leave, only without you. My favorite way, is like slipping out of a room unnoticed. I like people to slip right out from underneath me and leave nothing behind. The stories have to be changed, but they are all a fabrication anyway. And you tell me not to, but I can't understand what you are saying to me because the reason why doesn't make any sense. No matter which way I look at it, the only thing that seems true is that you don't even deserve to know me. But I can't figure out how to delete you, so instead, I have replaced you.