My Scissors Cut

A poem on toxic friendship.

I wish that you would die sometimes
but I know that’d make me sad
so instead
I’ll just pretend
that you are finally dead.

I’ll make sure to host your funeral
a celebration of your life
I’ll invite
all our friends
and we’ll talk of you throughout the night.

It’s better for me in this way
since I can’t stand good-byes
I’m sorry to say
you’re dead my friend
but I hope that you’re alright.