friends?
that's bullshit.
don't you dare
look at me
and tell me
that you treat your friends
like this.
don't.
don't press your
lips against mine
and make me
swallow
the words:
'just friends'.
don't embalm every
inch of my skin
with your name,
so that when you
leave,
i scrape at it
in the shower,
because you know that
i can never
dub you out
and
you know
that you'll always exist
inside of me,
imprinted in the place that
i can't viciously
scrub with soap.
i only like the me
that exists inside of
your mind
and
now that you've
kicked me out,
the streets bear no
names,
the houses no
numbers
and
i'm not sure how to
feel about
myself.
self perception is
worthless
if i am not
residing in your head.
don't tell me that
you look at your friends
this way,
and don't tell me that
when you say
'i love you',
you mean it
flippantly.
because friends don't
bite their tongue,
friends don't hold back,
and friends
don't
have that look in
their eye
that you have
every time you pass
by me without saying
a word.
i know you.
i know you better than i know myself.
and i know that i haven't wasted my time for it to be true when you say that we're 'just friends'.
-i'm homeless and the only thing i can think about is how much i miss you, 'friend'.
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Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries - a collection of poems
Poetrystreets here are cemeteries they feel alive when they're dead he wakes up all of the skeletons every time i look at him - sleepy towns and cemeteries, Nicole Dollanganger this is a collection of poems and short pieces i have written
