It's been a while.

Yeah, has been like 3 months or so since I last posted, so I might as well start doing it again since I have nothing better to do. Here's a little poem I wrote for class. Hope you enjoy.



I got a restraining order the other day
from my dear friend Marlboro Red.
He has to stay at the gas station now.
We had the best times together
especially after dinner or
first thing in the morning.
We first met when I was 14,
and haven't lost touch since then
Everyone said he was bad news,
like my father and mother and siblings,
But he was their friend too.
He did cost me relationships at times,
but our friendship never ceased.
They also said he costs a lot
and makes me want to see him all the time.
They said I smelled like him, like a campfire.
I didn't believe anyone for years.
A few days ago,
I decided our friendship was over.
I still see him from time to time
but with other people, not me.
I hope he makes them happy,
and I wish him good luck.
Because now he makes me sick,
even to think about being friends again.