I have three knifes,
Hidden in my drawer,
I'm Keeping them,
'Just in Case'
I have a 'bad day'.
I took them from her drawers-
And put them in mine.
I'd rather get caught not cutting,
Then to have her get caught with cuts.
I've lied to her thrice
The first lie:
She asked me if I took them,
I looked her in the eye and
Asked 'Why would you ask me?'
Then he asked if I read her journals,
Another lie and laugh,
'Of course, I didn't.
At least not if I didn't want
You to read mine behind my back.'
Even though I know she already has-She had that look in her eyes,
The same look I have in my eyes.
She asked me if I have ever lied to her,
In the ten years that we've been friends,
I shook my head and said
'No. I would never-Have you ever lied to me?'
She said the same and
we grasped hands-
Meaning we were still best friends.
After three lies,
There isn't any use of us being friends.