But we’re best friends, right?

Posted: August 17, 2010 in MUSIKA, WHOZITS & WHATZITS
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I don’t like the way you say my name. You’re always looking for someone to blame. Now, you want me to suffer just ’cause you was born wide. But we are best friends, right?

***

You —
got my back
to push to the fire
everytime.

You —
got my trust
to let you
everytime.

You —
amuse me
when you leave me
as you watch
as you laugh by the sidelines
everytime.

You —
listen
to my sob stories
but minus the sob
I hear you yawn
everytime.

You —
drink
dance
snort
puff
share temporary bliss
to make me look stupid
to make you feel better
everytime.

You —
leave me
alone in my stupidity
(cause I’m *cool* with it)
everytime.

You —
secretly laugh
when I openly cry
secretly rejoice
when I openly fail
secretly cry
when I’m openly happy
secretly die
when I’m openly alive
secretly lie
when I’m openly open

secretly secretly —

everytime.

You —
and I
Hello
Goodbye.

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