The moment
You realize
Your friendship
Is only
A game of
Poker chips
And gambling
Is the time
When you should
Hold your ground,
Raise your head,
Speak your words.
Separate
And end it.
You are not
A game for
Them to play
When they feel
Insecure
When they're in
Your presence.
You are worth
Your respect.
Don't rely
On their words
To allow you
To feel safe
In your skin.
They will lie.
They will change.
They are two-
Faced and sly
Like a snake
Convincing you
To bite bait.
If they can
Take a step
Above you,
They will make
You into
Their staircase
Out of spite.
Quit the game.
Make the fold.
Walk away
From your cards.
They're not worth
Giving up
Your true self.
Don't be scared.
Chances are
They will not
Leave their chair
Because they
Have someone
Next in line.
YOU ARE READING
Stygian. Stagnant. Solitary.
PoetryDarkness. Stillness. Loneliness. Three hells, amassed within the contents of a human skull to torture the mind. Artistically speaking, they are the kerosene that keeps the fire of poetry alive. Consciously, they're traumatically destructive.
