My best friend
I don't even like this wine that I'm drinking,
But it's here,
It might stop me from thinking.
Tonight he grabbed me and threw me,
Onto the ground.
Then his foot landed in my ribs,
I still hear the sound;
The hollow thump,
A gasp leave my lungs;
Him shouting at me
"you had enough?".
Yeah, I have.
I'm sick of all of this sh*t.
Every push, every insult, every slap, every hit;
You might have said sorry,
but you did it again.
I think worst of all,
Is I'm gonna lose my best friend.
And I don't mean you,
I mean the woman who should have been here till the end.
But you keep on adding onto the stress;
And then I'm upset, so I go and tell her.
Now we're in a place where nobody could express,
How deep in our veins runs your hurt.
Copyright © Jess Marlo | Year Posted 2025
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