sometimes i think about our friendship.
there's nothing worth salvaging,
i just remember
when we hated ourselves with a passion
that belonged to an empty past

we found ways of lighting matches
and setting flames to things
that we never even knew existed

and then the king of marionettes
tied strings to all his enemies

and the ones he should have trusted most
were considered unpredictable because
he did not control them

and so he hated us all
and i cried because i think
i may miss who we used to be