Ghosts of Best Friends Past

Tue, 01/28/2014 - 13:45 -- Akaneh

She engraved "Love is a lie" into her right forearm
With a razor duller than
Her overly stimulated pain receptors.
She knew I knew,
But I never brought it up.
I knew too well the pain of
Wearing long sleeves in June.

Her father made over $1,000 per week.
I lived in a basement.

She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I love you."
I pulled away, startled.
Affection was a foreign concept to me.

She said she'd experienced artistic death
And had to go through with it physically,
Claiming, "I am an empty shell
waiting to break at the slightest impact."
She was a walking Shakespearean tragedy
with a laugh so pure it could
bring a hardened criminal to tears.
I knew something as trivial as love
Would never be enough to save her.

The innocence of the barely audible
Whispers exchanged in the dead of night
Still haunt me as I lay motionless,
Purging the guilt of the empty promises
I was never able to keep.

However, there is one morsel I still hold true
To this day and that is,
As I lay immobile, praying for death,
The human embodiment of decay so many
Years from now, I know for certain that I will
Still take solace knowing that in a virtual
Cesspool of over 8 million statistics in the making,
I met the four that would scar me
For the rest of my days and I wouldn't have it any other way.

 

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