The Land of Poems

Airdrop

Now, this poem is not what you think.
If you own an iPhone, you'll know what I mean.
But this poem isn't about some random files or pics that can be easily sent.

It's about something that has my feelings mixed,
It's about something that has me looking at life in a different lens,
It's about something that came to be unknown.

Friends—do we need them?
Or can we stay alone?
I once thought I could keep myself company,
But it turned out that wasn't good for me.

So, I decided to get out there,
I decided I would open my mouth and talk,
I decided to evolve.

If only I knew what this meant, I would have stayed with myself and paid the rent.

For now, I have a friend—
A pest, a nuisance, a mess.
A mess that grows and grows with time,
It comes and goes like the tide.
This friend, I'm convinced, has mental issues,
And I'm afraid she uses me like tissues.

Now, I am slowly taking in her issues.
I first realized this as a result of a poem she wrote.
I remember a line exactly as it was written:
She said she wreaked havoc wherever she went, whether it went unnoticed or was known.

And I'm afraid that I'm where she chose to dispense,
For I find myself in a pool of stress.
I think she gave her problems to me—
This bitch really airdropped her problems to me.