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Am I really too inconsistent?

My heart aches at hearing I'm 

too inconsistent to be a good friend.

I thought I had finally found

someone who understood me,

someone I could trust,

who could be the friend I need. 

We trusted each other

with private moments and secrets.

Now I find my memories are flawed

and the words I spoke misunderstood.

She said she would always be a friend

but now she doesn't want to be. 

She says we can still hang out

and we will always be friendly

but we can't be friends.

So hard for me to trust,

I hide behind my fears. 

It is hard to let go

of the pain that has come before. 

I thought I could trust again,

thought maybe I could let someone in.

Why is it that I constantly hope

only to be torn down in the end?

So many wonder why I hide

behind walls I've spent years building.

It they only knew...

it is because of moments like this. 

Tears fall from my eyes

as I bid farewell to another

inconstant friend.