Dick

I am a passive person.
My eyes rarely turn the color red.

'Tis was the day I truly saw red.
Thou old flame was in heat with my "so called friend".
I cried,
I yelled.

I tried dispelling the gut wrenching feeling I had aching in the depths of my belly.
The image raked my brain of the two people I trusted the most dancing naked with each other.

Oh Noah,
How you were my first.
Those times where lips would caress each others
Those times we would pleasure each other with our hands and mouth.
That time...
We shared something special.
Our relationship used metamorphosis:

Once friends,
Once lovers,
Once friends,
Now enemies.


To my "friend":
You never even told me how you felt for him.
You went along tasting him without even notifying me.
So long.





Fans wanted a poem? Well, there's your fucking poem.