Razorblade Conversations Poem by Kailee Falvo

There's one friend I'll never forget,
Because our relationship was so unique.
My relationship with that person
Is a love/hate one.
It's amazing to look down and see
All the conversations I've had with this person
From the short, abrupt ending ones,
To the long, deep ones that I'll never forget.
I let my friend control me,
They told me I couldn't wear short sleeve shirts anymore,
That wearing more braclets was better.
The more conversations I had with them
The more distant I got myself.
My friend was leading me down paths
That hurt but it was a good hurt;
At least that's what they told me.
My friend told me that they would always be there
For me when I was sad or crying or angry;
They always were there for me, holding my hand.
But sometimes, my friend would hold too tight
Onto my hand, which is why people stare
At my unforgiveable hands.
My friend was not my friend,
I found that out the hard way.
Our conversations won't go away,
Sometimes they burn because
I just want them to go away.
The more time I spent
With my friend, the more blood I lost
The longer and deeper our conversations got.
I ended up not talking anymore;
So I just listened.
If I could take back time,
I'd make sure no one would ever
Introduce me to them.
There conversations went through me
Like a razorblade goes through me;
Just as deep, just as long.