Is this how friend-groups go out?
Not with a bang,
not with a roar,
except for any kind of final clutch
that one may do
to hold onto
what was nothing more
than kids
who took each other
for granted.
Is this how friend-groups go out?
The once fun memories
now embittered with the shattering of Pangea
because they thought that you
were not emotionally dynamic
and that you held the burden of proof
of saying otherwise.
You'll cry, non-stop,
when you realize
how you never should prove
anything to them,
and how that person --
a shadowy figure in broad daylight --
tears through friend-groups
in a way where she's never brought
to justice, to revelations, or to fights.
Oh, but she'll cry
and your tears won't matter.
You'll cry,
alone, in the attic.
YOU ARE READING
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)
