friendships have terms
And conditions.
Never good enough
To satisfy the needs of the other.
Your gut constantly churning
Telling you to run, turn tail and
Save yourself the pain of watching
Your own blood drip down your forehead
As the assailant drags a knife down the
Center of your sad body.
Imperfect halves, No symmetry.
They expect you to be perfectly symmetrical.
YOU ARE READING
Acosmist Dysphoria
PoetryAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
