#WritingPrompt: friendship — quality or quantity?

Poetry: A Letter To An Old Friend

‘I tell her that it’s me / But she doesn’t recognize’ — Alec Benjamin, If I Killed Someone For You

Warning: discussions of emotional abuse/toxic friendships, imagery of injury/wounding

Photo by Andrew Moca on Unsplash

There were so many of us
Back then
Your little harem
of friends

Wish I’d gotten out
before
But you
were the glue
and I thought
for them
to like me
I had to stick
with you

One day
I looked
around,
after another rip
to the heart
that you
delighted in —

(making
me
a better person
in your
splintered view)