Once a friend

​You pick at my wounds as you peak through my pictures on Instagram. Your eyes swell, seeking prey. Light up when my heart dims. Stand tall while I lay on the ground. I called you friend while you parade around the pleasures of my plight. Claim you know me when I push you out. You have no sympathy, no sorrow, don’t pacify or pledge your allegiance, only become passive to the priorities of your once beloved friendship.

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