friend
is that what I should call you?
can’t ever remember you
being there for me


no, wait
you were

long ago...


there was a time when I trusted you
but it was a contract you blew so readily (I remember)

you know how you say you give a lover your life
well I gave you mine
my story
all the shit
all the hurt
all the things I never tell a living soul

but you’re not living, are you? breathing things should know better

yes, I told you the whole of it
and expected you to keep your mouth shut
cuz that’s what “friends” do


so I thought.


now I’ve been betrayed
by the one who used to be my sister

and I find it hard to trust anyone
again.

who would be loyal if you weren’t?



and now you say you’re there for me…
that I can lean on you

not understanding why I turn away




just let it pass...
just leave me alone...



I don’t have the strength
to be your “friend”