We were best friends
Sisters of the Soul
And its death almost killed me.
You spread rumors, lies,
Told people I was a lesbian
Just to hurt me.
You watched my boyfriend slap me
In public. At a movie theatre.
And you’re friends with him now, not me.
You messaged me, to reunite,
And I replied, stupidly, with hope.
I tried to talk yet months passed, no word.
Then I knew it was dead, long gone.
I told you I was done, had to be.
I’m not keeping ‘friends’ that use me.