the familiarity of friendship

Iíve known her so long, that itís become too easy
to shatter myself into vulnerable pieces on her kitchen floor
and lay bare the darkest shadows of my soul without judgment
because I know the darkness she cannot show the sunshine world
and I donít care that her scars almost match mine
sheís more beautiful for all her dysfunctions

And when the trust-ties crumble, sheís the only one left
that didnít trade their loyalty for sex and a packet of cigarettes
on the boat of friendship that always seems to be sinking
somewhere with someone that used to matter
once upon a timeÖ

For all my words I canít define her, the way that I love
and hate the beauty and the flaws and the promise
to myself that I need friends a little more reliable
than she who pops around in an eight month cycle

While I donít want to let her go, my rock of uncertainty
perpetually unhinged under the weight of misfiring chemistry
in her waif frame and chemically damaged brain

ĎCause Iíve known her so long, that itís now too easy
to shatter myself into vulnerable pieces on her kitchen floor

Where we can glue ourselves back together with mirrors and familiarity

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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