What is a real friend

Do they play with your toys
Do they drives you to work
Do they buy you lunch
Do they drink with you to have fun

Do they laugh at you jokes
Do they make fun of you
Do they play ***** tricks
Do they talk about you

These people we call
So called friends
Where are they now
When you really need them

Sometimes when we get wrapped up in writing.
We fall off into a fantasy world of our own.

Our poetry, our life, our emotions, our make believe world.
When you break away from this life what do you do.

Do you keep it in mind, thats up to you
This life of poetry what does it make you do.

Do you read it to everyone from your phone.
Do you always write when your alone.

Love, hurt, pain, life, that's what we know
We express our feelings to let everyone know

Today I decided gold was my favorite color
I think that says something about the many ways I have finally begun to really accept myself
Because why not decide that I am allowed to own something so fine as my favorite?

gold in the way that I am always trying to be a reflection for the world, of that sun shining down on me
gold in the way that I have finally accepted that my body is not an apology
that my body is not a prize
not to be plated over your pillars
to be seen truly as an earthy miracle
I am golden, not your gold medal

like the element
I require 2000 degrees of your effort to get me boiling, and I take no shame in that
and like the element
I am malleable, but hardly fallible
in my 20 years of life there have been things that have tried to break me, to pound me down until i shattered under their forces.
I will bend and adapt to all spaces
I will keep reflecting that gold light to the eyes that scan with bad intentions

I have dug so deep for this
Made of a fluid fused in the core of the world
Emergence of scalding rock
This is my birth
A fire-y eruption
Searing in the style of my favorite color

Every time we say goodbye
I'm terrified
It'll be for the last time

for right or wrong
to live is to be strong

i want
i will
i love

i must have it all

to know is  to learn
to laugh  is to cry
to feel is to love

i have
i need
i care

i must have it all

to give up is to burn
to live is to die