what I would do to recollect my old best friend
long honey strands falling over crystal eyes
smiling at me with perfectly glossed lips and straight white teeth
so effortlessly beautiful
she is standing right in front of me
but I can't recognize her
even when she cries
when the skin around her captivating eyes crinkles
and her tears get lost in the fabric of my sweatshirt
she is still undoubtedly mesmerizing
she makes sadness look beautiful
I can't help but want to protect her
like guarding a precious jewel
she is so toxic
how she acts like she never cares
when I know that the strings of her heart are being pulled too tight
her wounds are deep and bloody and raw
and it feels as if people pour alcohol in them everyday
I know because I have the same wounds
and somehow I feel what she feels
but although she is so so terrible
and will use me until she is unable to pick up the pieces of me that were lost
I will let her
until every part of me is gone.
