"be my
friend.
love me endlessly, wonderfully, happily
let us burn the night
with our laughter.
be my friend!
let's share dreams
and paint pictures
of the futures we have
together."
it was my
invitation to you
and you took it.
but you broke my heart,
so willingly given,
every day.
you hurt me.
you hurt me.
when I left
you were angry
but I had to scrape back
the shattered pieces
of my soul
from your jealous fingers.
now when I see you
I am afraid.
for you are alone
and making friends
with the wrong people.
I want to help you,
but you push me away now.
I, your first friend,
am now the one
you hate above all.
tell me how to stop caring, then.
tell me how to forget you, then.
oh, my friend, my first friend.
and yet, still—
I reach out to you
with trembling fingers
when I can no longer suppress
my fear for you
at night, in
the hollow confines
of darkness
between my shut eyelids
and my nightmares.
I hold my hand over my heart
and I whisper,
"be my
friend..."
