"screetched" poems
i have watched my best friend turn on to me
a friend, who was barely a friend at all
a friend, who enabled my addictions
a friend, who only half listened
before it soured, i seized the reins
and like a teacup chihuahua behind a fence
he jabbered
he screetched
and now, my toxic friend
you're leaving
i can barely face you,
not because you scare me
but because you fill me with disgust
i am so glad i didn't not become you.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC