The Truth About Some Friends

Sometimes running away from a venus flytrap in human form gets old.

Sometimes

letting something you know was an insult slide

gnaws at the irritation you've been harboring for months.

To the friends who feel compelled to one up your misery when venting,

congratulations for winning the award

for tap dancing on everybody's last nerve.

Some friends are bloodthirsty bastards

and the blood

is your car trouble this morning.

Maybe I'm wrong for not texting you back

but silence seems to be the only form of communication you respect.

Some people are too busy hurting to see their friend preparing to walk away.

I'm sorry...

that you couldn't see how great of a friend I am.

I'm not dealing with someone who thrives on being tragic.

I'm tired of swallowing a spoiled friendship because I can't afford to go to jail.

Some friends never needed to become friends.

I'm calmly walking away from this bomb that's 2 years too late from going off.