When you walk up to my door tears in you're eyes. I scramble up to in my bunny slippers and seat you to the worn out-over loved-soaked with tears chair and but the kettle on. When you burst out crying I know she got to you again, I pat you on the back and the kettle starts screaming insults of gas that once was water in the kettle. I pour you a glass of hot water and a bit of lemon. Like when we were kids you'd drink hot water and a bit of lemon and hum lullaby's to get you to sleep but now you don't hum you just cry.
You hug me and ask. "Your always gonna be my best friend right?" I nod forgetting everything you did to me. Brainwash, Order me around, Hit..... Was I ever you're best friend?
As I watch you leave, I know you're not gonna come back.
Friends...Is this how we all end?
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