Friendship (Risky times)

 
It’s sad that friends have to come and go.
The insecurities of secrets being exposed.
Fuck now the whole world knows.
I have a love for diapers and pantyhose.
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I wonder if they will talk about that one time?
Took a life in a robbery for one fucking dime.
That one sick thing, the only thing that gets me hard.
What about the 27 bodies buried in the backyard?
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That love for soap to clean her mouth of dirty words.
I can only imagine what secrets and stories are told.
Special handshakes and a vow to endless loyalty.
In the end alone writing more maddening poetry.
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Sometimes I often wonder if it’s worth having that friend.
Because all but one there has been an uncomfortable end.
Regrets, insecurities and most definitely feeling like shit.
I often question friendship but I ain’t ready to quit.