Good Friends in a Bad Time
Honesty is the best policy,
But not in the case of telling someone you’ve just married at first sight
That the spark isn’t there,
Rather than giving it the chance to develop.
I didn’t think honesty was the best policy
When it came to telling my friend with emetophobia
That I was feeling sick,
But they knew I wasn’t alright.
After I told them on the morning of November 19th 2025
That they were a really good friend
For walking in the cold with me because I wanted to be cold,
They told me they didn’t feel like it.
I told them that I didn’t feel like I was either.
The night I stayed round theirs,
I told them I needed to make a quick note.
They asked me what about,
To which I responded vaguely,
Not really answering the question
Because I didn’t want to trigger them.
I was logging how many diazepam and travel sickness tablets I’d taken.
That night,
With all their housemates’ commentary on Married At First Sight,
I was amused externally but felt panicky internally.
I felt like stepping outside,
But was worried I’d offend them,
Make them think they were doing something wrong.
The next morning, I felt so wrong
Continuing to sit in their bedroom
When they were too kind to just ask me to leave
Earlier than we’d agreed
But kept hinting at it.
I knew I should have listened to their hints,
Their strong hints,
But I wanted to be in their company as long as possible.
I wanted to be in their company as long as possible
Because I was pretty sure that I would get virtually none virtually
Once I had gone.
Now it feels like they’re gone too.
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