Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (2/11/1998)

Instead of lighting

up a room when you walk in

it grows cold and

the chills numb me

and I forget’what it feels like

to be your friend

but that is virtually impossible

because I never really was

you friend


Notes: The line breaks in this are killing me. Also, I have know idea which frenemy this is about.

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