I deleted her picture today
the same day I tripped over my feet,
got a nose bleed,
and lost forty dollars.
So should I have done it?
I see her roommate at work,
she knows more about me
than I know about me.
Weird how that works.
I wish it wasn't this way
Maybe I should have left and gone to a different school,
It's not like I didn't think about it
But yet my heart has healed in Liz's comfort
and the surrounding of this new group
"We are not them" Charlie says to me.
I say that I know, but somehow I don't
I fear this perpetual loss of friendship
and it eats at my heart
like termites
but my heart is not wooden
its glass.
It has many cracks and gaping holes
from the divorce and the deaths and the loss of friendship.
But every once in a while
people come around attempting to make me whole
My problem now is
I don't trust that new friends
won't break me like the others