I walked without despair
perfectly fine on my own.
You came along out of nowhere
and joined me.
I let you in and there we became
the best of friends.
I learned so much about you
though your methods seemed
very frightening.
The knives you kept for
your sacred punishment,
the boys you slept with
that you found on the streets,
and the crying and whining
because he didn’t love you anymore.
How did I ever become your
miracle worker?
I walk out on you and suddenly
everyone
we knew
was infuriated with
me.
My moving on and saying I was done
taking care of you and your needs
turned me into a
monster.
What you needed but was not there
was later granted to you
as your wish.
You hoped that I would come back
and apologize and never
give you the business again.
Washing their brains thinking
you were this sweet girl who
knew how the world worked.
I’m sorry,
you did not.
That is all I feel bad for you.
Used me and manipulated,
I was depressed and in rage for you.
Looking back now that I am done
and you have not at all changed.
You needed me to be the one to
hold you and guide you.
In the end, you got it all through me.
Perhaps I was no friend but
your own personal
shooting star.
Granting every wish on your
demand.