Not friends. *TW*
You ask meÂ
âAre we friends?â
How can we be friends when youâve betrayed my trust?
Put my hands in places I didnât want them to go,
Whispered things in my ear I wish I could forget.
âHeâs got quite pretty eyes you know, why donât you like him?â
Itâs hard to find his eyes pretty, Mother, when they stare into yours
While ignoring your begs,
while closing the door to your room,
His basement,
His room,
Those same eyes telling you to stay quiet,
Even when you donât realize whatâs going on yet.
I was too young to know.
Itâs hard to like him when your bed
Held his body,
And you sleep on the floor because his scent lingers in your nose,
And in your mind.
His scent lingers sometimes, and I canât sleep,
Even hundreds of miles away, on new sheets.
Weâre not friends.Â
I doubt that we ever were,
I was just yours to control.

















