Friend For SaleA Poem by QCthis is how it goes: i wish i could cut you with my words. i want the kick they give to your stomach to hit you so hard that all the lies you've swallowed about me, come crawling up your throat and tumbling to the ground. right in front of me. i want to be a mind-reader, to know all your thoughts, uncensored and unkind, so i can know exactly what you've thought of me all this
time and not just the "truths" you've told. i want to be over you, and i almost am, except i’m not. because there’s the voice in the back of my mind that tells me and then I remember. remember, remember, remember. all the things that you’ve said, and the story you’ve twisted, and they way your name sort of rhymes with failure so i guess i shouldn’t
try, and how even though you wasted a couple years of my life, a part of me still loves you like the sister you promised to be.
and even though i would really, really, really like to sell every memory i have of you to the nearest hobo
sitting on the street (for free), i realize that, without you, i would have never turned into the
person i am today. so, on the off chance that you read this, (we’re still friends on this website after all) I want you to know... i thank you. © 2012 QCAuthor's Note
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