Difficulties with Friendship

The end of the Easter holidays.
You look forward to the final party,
The big one,
The housewarming You've been looking forward to for a month now.

And the work hits,
Smashes,
Breaks,
Upon the nerves that are already increased after
Such a long time away from school.
From the classes that need You,
And the classes that want You to leave
Again.

You call the friend You love,
The one You can always depend on,
Knowing that they will forgive,
They have to.
They know what pressure You are under,
And yet...

The friend answers, "Hello?".
All very normal so far.
You begin the explanation,
With a long winded apology,
Even though
You know
That there is no other option available,
They have to see sense.

And then you hear it.
That awful, gut wrenching,
And completely fucking unfair comment:
"I thought you were my friend?"

And the apologies turn to smoke in Your lungs,
Choking You're ability to be polite,
The sadness and guilt that rides in your chest
Like a mucus covered imp,
That slightly resembles Your conscience,
Slips,
Takes a long Helter Skelter down to your feet,
Not to be seen again for a long while.

How DARE They Say I Am Not?

WHAT does this problem have to do with being a friend?

And You know then that the relationship is on the rocks.
Many rocks,
Perhaps a beach full,
Like landing on a horiztonal cliff face,
Sharp,
Unforgiving,
As You consider putting the phone down on Them,
Just to spite them.

But YOU are polite,
And YOU are THEIR friend.
So I just say that I am sorry.