the thing about friendship
is you can talk about whatever you want
as long as both of you like the same stuff

and then life makes you spend time apart
to see if you can cope
to see if you're a person or just a half

and if you can
you find new things
you find new people

and suddenly
conversations are different
then, fighting. things that hurt
words are thrown around like bullets and knives

if not that,
then a bitter sense of cold
residing just behind the surface

then the last conversation
the final straw
number fifteen
the last time
you will take **** from anyone