Friend

"I have been a bad friend." I don't say this to you now, as a friend, but rather, as the narrator. The hand inside the glove, so to speak. A lover to another lover, but the way lovers are supposed to be. Better lovers than I have ever been. But this is just a footnote. A mere disclaimer. A small dent in the greater entire wreckage. What you really need to know is this, I don't believe in love. I don't believe in passion. It's all an endless incessant clawing and scratching until release, until completion, until sleep. Now, I don't write this as an apology, or for pity, or sympathy. I write this in the hopes that I can read what I have written and scare myself to death. Or scare myself to life, that is. "I have been a bad friend. I have been a bad friend I have been a bad friend I have been a bad friend I have been a bad friend I have been a bad friend." And so on...