I keep hearing the question,
“would you speak to a friend like that?”
No, I would not.
But
friend? What friend? Were we supposed
to be friends? I would never befriend
someone like this. Who suffocates me.
Who’s so toxic I’ve caught vomit in my
throat, eroding my will to breathe. Who
wields a heavy fist and punishes with
violence. Who lights silences with flames.
No, you are not my friend.
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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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