#1
my best friend is female. we are not dating. i don't post for critique purposes, i post so that someone, somewhere might read it and say, 'that's exactly what i'm thinking'.


**** every inch of this
every inch of you
just like you've thought
"**** him
i don't need him
he'll just say 'i told you so'
he'd never understand."

how right you are.
because i will
never
understand you.

**** every time you've thought about me.
my voice dripped with sincerity
anytime i spoke to you
while you hid venom in yours
you never had to say "i regret..."
when it's practically screaming
from your very pores.

everyone ****s with you.
you know it as much as i do
yet you run back.
leaving me here behind you
startled.
"it's not like i'm
choosing anyone
over you or anything..."

that's
exactly
what you've done.

i could handle that.
i'm used to rejection of every kind.

but how could you lack
the common
****ING
decency
to come out and say it to me yourself?

"i don't want to be your friend
i don't want you on my mind
i don't want me in your head
i don't want you to talk to me
i hate you and i wish we never met."

i would listen and i would burn in silence
(because if that is what you want, so be it)
tell myself "okay, here it comes."
wait and hope that buried underneath your tirade
hidden inside the diatribe
locked in your lungs where the words
will never pass your throat,
won't even get the ghost of a breath,
somewhere in there is the phrase:
"i'm sorry."

nowhere inside of you
are apologies.

you don't seem to mind.

i do.

i wish that i could say with some certainty
when we're over
that you'd think about how you ****ed us up
realize your mistakes
try to repair something.
i wish i could.
but i know that apathy you harbor
when it comes to blood itself,
and people who might as well
have a bit of you coursing through their veins, too.

i know you'll simply shrug.
and
never give a **** again.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn


#3
Title of the piece.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn


#4
Whether you want critique or not, I'm going to tell you right now this is an amazing piece. I can relate to it, as I've gone through almost exactly that with my "best friend" before. Keep up the excellent writing!
#6
I thank both of you...my mission is accomplished.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn