“Does your husband know/does he know the way I worship our love”

My best friend says she hates herself so I think she hates me. 

She hates the kid who got me through my tough times, picked me up when I was down. She may as well be the snobs who hate our friendship, or the boys who don’t think I’m hot enough to even breathe around them.

She’s funny and caring and when she relapses I almost do because if she jumped off a cliff I would too

just to show her that I care. I would drown myself just to show that I could stay in the water as long as she could, I wouldn’t shower for weeks on end just so she knows that that feeling of grime is how I feel when she doesn’t want herself.

Every irritating thing she says at herself is a bullet at point blank for me cause I know what it’s like to feel others don’t care. Every insult she sends my way or any I send back I hope don’t break her because if her vase figure broke I’d need bandages from picking up the pieces. I’m a poet and she’s the dyslexic ass muse who hates reading.

I guess it’s a poetic form of fucked up that whenever she hates herself I absorb that whimper of love she gives off because it makes me feel better, or maybe I just know she needs one of us to be strong, so I muster up all that courage and love us

- Breezy , 12-13-24