“You see, I knew from the beginning
what you wanted from me.
But I tried to be a good friend anyway.”
You see, I knew from the beginning what you wanted from me. But I tried to be a good friend anyway. You would ask for more. Push for it. Manipulate your way to get closer to me. And if I didn’t do something you wanted, you’d punish me by acting like a wounded child.
When the day came that you threatened your life, I helped you. How could I not? How could I live with myself if you died because of me? So I dropped everything to help you. The right way. I took you to the hospital — like any good friend would do.
Afterward, your anger showed its ugly face. You said you hoped I would give myself to you. That somehow, sex would cure you of your suicidal tendencies. When I refused, you threw my friendship and kindness back in my face. You tore me down, piece by piece, for not helping you. The way you needed me to help you. By giving you what you really wanted. And because I wouldn’t be with you, I was a horrible person. A terrible friend.
That was the end of our so-called friendship. Because I was a person and you were a coward.
© Sarah Doughty
Or, maybe, you didn’t know
what you did was wrong.
Which would make you a monster.
I’m not sure which is worse.
To the boy who tried to
break me when I was a teenager.
[Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Instagram, and add her on Goodreads.]