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You’re called friend

Our love began in candlelight,

In the woods under the bright new moon,

The sun blaring on our backs in your city’s streets.

I smiled at you and you smiled right back

I threw my fist against your face

You caught it in your hand,

Because I called you friend.

I called you friend.

You threw your knives like sport,

Now there’s one wobbling

On the back of the chair you were sitting in.

And I want to fall to my knees

And thank the blade for existing,

For without it I would not have you.

There’s a sword stuck in stone

I forged in my breath,

And left behind for you to lift.

There’s always something sharp between us,

We can never get too close

For fear it would cut us apart like Zeus.

So I called you friend

I called you friend

The lies I tell you cut my tongue

Like a shard of obsidian.

I can never get too close, while I hold you close

I stand behind you, always behind you.

And the sword you hold out looks to me a shield

It decapitates like it protects

And it sings with the blood of my kind.

And I called you friend

I called you friend

You marry, you’re happy,

I cut my teeth on lava glass.

I give my trust, a very fragile thing

And this boy breaks it like anything.

He picks up a shard and from it,

The sister of your blade breathed into existence by a sister of mine.

It hangs over your head like a butcher’s knife,

I break my teeth on lava glass.

Still I called you friend

I called you friend

For once in our lives we forget

The sharp thing in our sides.

And that’s when I see it for the first time,

Sticking out your chest, blood red and wobbling

Like my breath, like the knife when we first met.

Finally I spit out that obsidian,

You look at me, horrified,

But you let yourself get past.

For the first time in our lives

There is no sharpness in our midst,

The only thing that cuts

Is that peace in your guts.

I hold you close

They called us friends

You lean up for a kiss

They called us friends

Now it’s been so long since

I felt your breath on my face,

And all my kind are gone,

All our songs are sung.

My bones ache with every move

Like volcanic matter supercooled.

I see you face in the writing on the wall.

Someone asks me about my sadness,

I tell them about you, my friend

Like she’s famous bc she’s ”the girl next door” and she’s been clinging on to that her whole career and then she had a thing with ”the bad boy” or whatever and the world exploded so she had to backtrack real fast and start dating ”the star football player”.

My hated lover.

I swear I’d love you if I could.

And I’d hate you less than I should,

And I don’t even know your last name

But you called me gorgeous