touched ✓

lix

i remember our friendship,

how

b e a u t i f u l

it was.

i remember

those days in our preteen lives,

where we'd had w h i s k e y you'd stolen from

      your dad's

            liquor cabinet.

                    i remember

the night your father abandoned you and your mother,

when you'd cried on my shoulder.

how b e a u t i f u l

we were.

then we grew up,

you by my side.

you, my best friend.

i loved you;

i love you.

but he,

he was older.

he treated

        me like an adult

                       at seventeen.

he was what i thought i needed.

i remember when you met him

and how close you were with him.

best friends actually.

                                     that is, until he first hit me.

i wish i'd never felt anything for you.

because feeling things for you led me to kissing you

led me to putting you in danger

in danger

of

f

a

   l

     l

       i

         n

            g

for something like me.

myself in danger of harboring your feelings.

then the self-destruction began.