poem

You said I told,

And guess what?

I did.

It was obvious though

no reason for me to tell.

Running in the door

Incessantly saying

“I need to check my email”

as if you would die if you didn’t.

Running up the stairs, flailing, tripping

and laughing.

Your eyes glassy and enlarged,

she already knew.

How  do you have the nerve

to come to my home

with my sister—high as a kite

on the weed you scored easily

from a dealer in the “best place on Earth”.

You almost grew up with me,

playing dolls on my bed and spending nights,

you are welcome to anything I have.

Or, now, you used to be.

It bothered me that you spend so much time with her,

but now I realize why you do it.

your maturity level is the same: low with

no selflessness and consideration for others.

I don’t care if im too much of a loser for you

because I don’t bring vodka into the pancake house

or smoke a blunt in the car.

or because I don’t sleep with anything that

comes my way or pop pills as often as food.

Stop lying about your grades too.

no one cares.

You don’t have a 4.0 like you pretend to

and honestly, sometimes I wish you’d fail.

Currently, you deserve it.

Karmas a bitch..gotta learn it sometime.

I used to care so much about where

our friendship has gone

but for the last 2 years,

its been quickly fading

and theres nothing to do

because at this point,

its too late.

All you can do is talk about

what you tried, your fake, and how

great it is where you are.

Nothing comes out of your mouth except

that and small talk about school.

I’ve realized that’s all its ever really been.

I know stupid shit about you

but nothing of importance.

Everything you tell me is either

after the fact or doesn’t matter.

I feel bad talking about the relationship

I have with my roommate because

it’s a better friendship than we’ve ever had

in 9 months compared to 9 years.

I feel bad saying it, but I don’t want to hang out anymore.

I’m done with the stuff you do and the way you act.

Your little addiction problem is something that

should probably be taken care of by the way.

Go waste your 200 thousand dollar education

on a bullshit major, and substances you don’t

need every minute of every day.

I hope your dad finds out about your pot,

Alcohol and fake.

I hope he drags your ass home from the city

and you spend a year at gateway, on house arrest.

making $8 an hour at Staples instead of the cash that

flows in from babysitting rich kids and working

at a school with kids that have bought the building

they learn in.

Our relationship wont be rekindled

unless some things change.

And don’t blame everything on me,

friendship is a two way street you obviously 0haven’t

crossed yet.