SPIT AT ME,
LAUGH AT ME,
WHISPER ABOUT ME,
for i am the honey to your hungry lips,
the heavenly drink needed to relieve your thirst,
a delectable sweet you couldn't get enough of.
you were eager,
ravenous,
patience, my friends
savour me in these words you speak behind my back
just only i've seen the intent behind your mask
and the unfeeling bristles left behind from your attack.
the pleasure you took part in
with a mark that scarred
and the afflictions you carried out, as if you were doing nothing wrong.
a sense of pride looming over each of us,
and a thundering cloud; booming with a smirk at your job well done.
i think you were happy
with the woe that waved its way through and
delighted as the disquiet covered the lies we were hiding-
awkwardly placing itself on a seat next to us.
a picture perfect ending of our friendship,
don't you think?
-kb
