Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
Your name may mean "Warrior"
But I'm the one that fights
I fought to keep you happy
So you could make it through the night

Three years after we became "friends"
After months of laughs and cries
After I gave you nearly everything
And I alone dried your bloodshot eyes

You said you were in love with me
But I know that is a lie
You have a girlfriend, stupid
And I've got someone who's mine

So because you cannot have me
In your bed, all to yourself
You're leaving me entirely
Like an old doll upon your shelf

***. That's all you want from me!?
After all I've done for you?
You literally wouldn't be here
If I hadn't come to your rescue

So fine. Just leave.
My best friend.
My brother.
Let me know when you've had time
To find yourself

You can't, by the way.
Lexiconical Quinn
Written by
Lexiconical Quinn  Fort Collins
(Fort Collins)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems