Friends

A puddle begins to form in my chest,

You have broken my heart a million times as a lover.

And now as a friend.

So foolish of me to think your words weren’t anything but true,

But deep down I knew.

Awaiting the typhoon, my body has grown used to.

What a shame, the person you choose to be,

Begging to be seen, only to make those who see bleed,

As you do.

What a shame, to be a man like you.