Dear Friend.

[SKYGAZZER]

I am cold now
Where once ago I lined up
My indigo eyes
And placed them parallel
to those brown one
You owned
friend.

I am cold now,
Jaded some say.
I stared into the sun
For too long
To long to be
Normal, again
Friend.

I am cold now
Hugs are not as fun
People are not all cool
And rewards are experiences
that move one forward
Not backwards.

I turned cold
Friend
To focus on myself
And my dreams
Rather than
To help build
Everyone elses.

Who was going to
Befriend me?
When I was all
Alone.
In a wreckage
Of my parents
Dreams for me.

Friend;
Were you my friend?
Was I yours?

I am cold now
Because I only have time
For myself.
And for the fans
Of the truth that
Only I can
I sing.

Even if it’s bad,
And cringe
God damn if they can’t get enough.
Friend, you taught me that
Everyone loves a little wince
Once in a while.

If I said it,
Then I meant it.
I have to own my truth
In order to stand;
Again, friend.

Maybe that was the purpose —
After-all. I was to become
my own best friend.

((And that girl
Can write some
Fucking weird shit.
Sometimes)) ((and
that vulnerability has beat
It is so pathetically fictional
And true.))

Because the only thing I can genuinely give is this pain rubbed on paper; everything else is false.

I’d rather be hated for who I am
Than loved for who I am not.

♥️