Author: Virgo Child PM
A melodramatic "tribute" to an ex-best friend that hurt my friends and I one time too many.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 462 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-06-03 - id: 1296926
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Background info: This is a poem I wrote after finally breaking off what turned out to be a really toxic friendship. The "friend" in question was more interested in being the perpetual victim and center of attention than being a good friend to me and the countless others she's hurt. Anyway, this is kind of a melodramatic version of our "last stand", and one of my best friends (who also had a messy blowout with the same girl) even read this poem at my school's Poetry Day.
The battle lines are drawn
And the sides are taken
Your neon plastic sword emerges
From its worn sheath
I let my arms fall
To the ground and I hear
Them clatter in the wake of
This thick deadly silence
My arms are outstretched and
My palms are to the sun-streaked
White non-storm clouds
I wonder why there's so much peace now
And why the sky isn't blue/black and swirling
No lightning strikes, no thunder rolls,
No theatric crescendos
In this shining moment of introspection,
My fresh wounds become cleverly concealed
That is my blood on the ground
And yet you play dead
You strike at me with such fierce tenacity
And the blood pours from my veins, but now it fades,
Evaporating into nothingness
You can't touch me here
So you fall to the ground and crumble
You cry and puncture yourself,
All the while howling to me:
"Traitor! Backstabber! Thief!
Oh, how you wound me!
Oh, how I bleed for you!
Do you not see how I bear your sing?
Yet you strike me again, and again!"
Then I stare at my bare hands
And I see your black blood as it
Pools into cheap mascara streaks
That network and channel all
Across the universe,
And I use my voice, so clear and strange and placid,
"How can you bear my sins
If you do not know what they are?
How can you be my victim
If I have not attacked?
How can we care for each other if
You refuse to recognize me, and
I can no longer recognize you?"
Then you snarled and growled
And faded into a puddle of red
Your memory is drained into oblivion
As your life winds down the tubes and
You swim away from here
I am alone, but the day is company enough
The air around me feels so warm
And the atmosphere so clear and clean
I do not even have regret to spare for you
For you were the suffocating chill
Clenched around my heart and lungs
I can breathe new life into my soul again
And I can smile without judgment