my dearest friend. [2015]

I thought it would be different.
I thought that if you were exposed,
it would stop the rattling of bones
in your closet.

I thought we were the same,
you and I; the pair of us
conquering
our demons and in by so doing,
the world.

I thought you loved yourself,
respected yourself, and
knew better…
I thought I wanted to be
more
like you.

Damn…

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