The Enemy of My Friend
"Where's South?"
"Court maybe,"
"Or ditchin',"
Which I highly doubt,
Considering South is smart,
And wouldn't dare miss a day of school,
Unless he was having his guts ripped out,
I guess he almost is
He says he doesn't know when,
They're officially goin to split,
But the last few weeks have been hard,
He sees himself falling apart,
As do I,
And it pains me to see a friend like this,
My only friend that is,
I don't know what to do or say,
Especially since his tormentors,
His enemies, are his family,
His friends for life
How do you tell someone,
They should love whom they hate,
Like telling athesists to go to mass,
It's not quite so easy,
I wish I could help,
But this isn't exactly my fight
I have no sword,
Perhaps a dagger at best,
Or maybe a safety pin,
Because South isn't here,
Whether or not that was his choice,
I honestly don't know,
Maybe I don't know him like I thought I did,
Maybe I was wrong about everything,
And all of this is only memories,
That I've been desperately clingling onto,
Going down with the ship,
And by chance he began to sink too
So the next day I try and call,
Because I'm a good friend like that,
(I hope I am, please let me be,)
But his mom picks up,
So I just hang up,
How am I supposed to explain,
That she's hurting her son so much,
Because she's the parent,
Not me.
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PoesíaNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
