I once had a good best friend.
We mostly did what normal best friends wouldn't do.
It all ended one day when the cops showed up at my door
"A good friend wouldn't prostitute another"
they said. Their words to me felt like death.
After a day of feeling hopeless, I let my only best friend go.
What hurt the most after leaving her was that she found a new best friend a day later.
I fear that the new girl is going to be trapped in the lies my once good best friend spews.
While I on the other hand wither away in sadness.