The ways of a friend

It’s the little things I yearn for that I find myself hating over time. Everytime I find a flame within me, it disappears, and coincidentally, it’s always the same friend that consoles me. My friend doesn’t know how to lie and I don’t know how to handle hurtful truths, so we look at each other, a thousand words leaving my friend’s lips, a thousand words crashing into each other in my mind. I never really understood my surroundings, much less my good friend, but amidst our verbose conversation, I came to a realization.
A realization of defeat, for I have my disappointment as a friend, leading me to an evitable doom, as I, the willing accomplice, wait patiently.
It’s the little things my friend tells me that makes the things I yearn for unbearable, but I, like a fool, can’t let go of our bond.

(07/07/21)

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