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Former Friends
My tongue is a gun
My offences
Mends no fences
Our bridge is ablaze
From our violent phase
Caged in glass
I am never allowed
To have thoughts
You're too proud
Fights we fought
Long ago
Just expose
Wounds still bleeding
Still flowing like
Freshly slit wrists
Our final laugh
Our final kiss
Felt like a play
Fully staged
We were paid
To pretend
My friend,
my girlfriend
My lover
You are no friend
I was no friend
We could depend
On mutual failure
But this is the end
My friend,
my former friend.
My offences
Mends no fences
Our bridge is ablaze
From our violent phase
Caged in glass
I am never allowed
To have thoughts
You're too proud
Fights we fought
Long ago
Just expose
Wounds still bleeding
Still flowing like
Freshly slit wrists
Our final laugh
Our final kiss
Felt like a play
Fully staged
We were paid
To pretend
My friend,
my girlfriend
My lover
You are no friend
I was no friend
We could depend
On mutual failure
But this is the end
My friend,
my former friend.
Published 7th May 2018
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