This new friend, who showed me
New ways of thinking.

She came much too often.
And then her eyes started bleeding.

I thought she only came when I was bored.
So I went out and bought a book.
But then I heard her over my shoulder.

I thought she was chained to my house
So I went out Friday night.
I saw her in the theater.

I thought she hated school
Where all those social butterflies gather
But then she sat with me in English.

I thought she only came out in darkness
But when I flick the lights on,
She is still here with
Bleeding eyes. Smiling.