Rented Friendship
pseudo-sorry eyes.
You tell me it’s been
a long time coming.
I’ve slept through this before,
woke up choking
on the same sobering
cherry pit pie. Flick, flick
your nervous cigarette,
say you were trying to be better
than this. You pretend
you didn’t put yourself
up for sale, the highest bidder
paving your highways
and paying your tickets.
You say you no longer despise
yourself enough to be fed
from my pocket, even if my scar
resembles this person
you’ve turned into. You disregard
mirrors that do more
than reflect. You say I deserve
every aggravated
scratch, dented bone,
bloody, busted blister,
every burn. Your eyes
freeze. The you
I miss is gone.
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