Girl

You give the title “friend” in “girl friend”

A bad name

You throw the word “friend” around

Like candy at a parade

 

Your sickly sweet facade is a travesty

And I brush you off my teeth gladly

Gladly

 

I don’t think you’re rotten to the core

You’re just a man-made

Man-ufactured version of once

All natural ingredients

As many lost people are

 

You could be a better kind of confection

Lady

Instead of conforming

To whatever new man you find a fancy

 

And then

Just then

You might be able to be true

 

To me

To others

Most importantly to you

 

But candy-girl

You’re just an unhealthy trick

Not a treat

As you are

 

 

@nicholehastings