Today an old friend came to visit.
Not completely unannounced, but
not particularly invited.
The kind of friend
that once served you well,
but their ways grew outdated
when you made it out of hell.
When the pain settled to trauma,
it became entirely something else.
But your friend thinks they know best
and give involuntary help.
The kind of friend
that's over bearing
and embeds into
the skin you're wearing.
Stitching in bad habits.
Manifesting your mistakes.
The friend you try to distance from,
but you can't seem to shake.
The kind of friend
you grow apart from
once your time there
is done.
Even though you're better off,
you still wonder where they are.
The kind of friend you dearly miss,
but must love them from afar.
Well, that friend...
Came knocking at my skull today.
(They told me they might be in town,
but I didn't bother to reply.)
Quick, shut off all the lights.
Quiet, try to hide.
Maybe if I'm gone,
they won't try to come inside.
But resting in the silence,
is a small child's cry.
And they know exactly,
where,
to find
me.
▪︎ mica light ▪︎
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 5:29 AM UTC
Today an old friend came to visit.
Not completely unannounced, but
not particularly invited.
The kind of friend
that once served you well,
but their ways grew outdated
when you made it out of hell.
When the pain settled to trauma,
it became entirely something else.
But your friend thinks they know best
and give involuntary help.
The kind of friend
that's over bearing
and embeds into
the skin you're wearing.
Stitching in bad habits.
Manifesting your mistakes.
The friend you try to distance from,
but you can't seem to shake.
The kind of friend
you grow apart from
once your time there
is done.
Even though you're better off,
you still wonder where they are.
The kind of friend you dearly miss,
but must love them from afar.
Well, that friend...
Came knocking at my skull today.
(They told me they might be in town,
but I didn't bother to reply.)
Quick, shut off all the lights.
Quiet, try to hide.
Maybe if I'm gone,
they won't try to come inside.
But resting in the silence,
is a small child's cry.
And they know exactly,
where,
to find
me.
▪︎ mica light ▪︎
