They prob you for information
They whisper rhythmically
The muffled words
Rushing around you
The stories and rumors churn
Information spurting,
Some of it is true,
The rest a figmentation of imagination.
They talk frantically with you
Trying to clasp your trust.
All the while attempting to
Tear you to shreds.
They swarm like bees to a hive
They swab people for details
Claiming info in return
And begging for trust
And being offended
When you turn away
Yet when you tell them
They turn around and plunge
Into gossip
The minute you are gone.
And they think that when they
Squelch your trust
That you don't know
But you do.
They entreat you like their closest
Friend but you're not
When they turn away.
They spit out theories
Like a seed in your mouth
With a cup for a target.
They are ill-tempered
When you close your eyes
They shower you with complements
That tint your ears with rouge
But there words sound like plastic
An amatur attempt at coping a master painter
They crucify the truth
They try to beat your words out
At twist them like wet laundry
It's tedious
These friendships
Relationships
That you think are real
But every word teeters
On an translucent ledge
There "trust" is tiered on how much
You are willing to tell them
Whether or not
They deserve to know.
Like dominoes
Ready to fall and topple
The moment they speak a
Word.
They think that their
Methods of interrogation
Are innovative
But in reality
They are as old as
The Methuselah trees
Living five thousand years old.
The parched murmur of friendship
Is like having fresh coffee temperature
Water, left in your car on a hot day.
They think they fool everyone
But silently we watch
As events unfold
And we foolishly trust you
Time and time again.
