
Quite tragic what happened when I dropped you and left.
I turned away dramatically while holding your spine
Like a cigarette.
At least that’s what you’re telling them, that’s how I know
That when I left, you made me into an amusement park,
Into a travelling show.
Not a circus, just a bare stage and bad storytelling.
I can tell you lie because your tongue is sour from spite
And it’s rapidly swelling.
It hurts to re-run the memories, to think about how I quit.
You were extremely vile but I wasn’t scared – so go,
Take away your friendship that’s counterfeit.
-JW