The Knife

She...taught me...
when I said things that
made no sense...she...
fought me... she...
made my HEART smile
on days when the stench
lingered from the nightmares that stalked me
from midnight hours just before...

I didn't look for a friend
but somehow I found
the truest definition...
not that much older than me but
so much wiser and I...
somehow wanted to be like her...
even just a little bit and it
had nothing to do with the
fierceness of her pen...but then...
that is a whole nother entity
in and of itself...no I...wanted to possess
even just an iota of the
strength and tenacity...more or less..
no matter the amount I would be
better having learned from her...

...and I guess what I need to do now is
simply be thankful somehow because...
words were spoken that cut like a knife...
and I now find myself feelin' a
whole lot of fuckin' strife cuz she...
took the knife out and
like the true woman she is...

she placed it into my hand gently...

and walked away...

I lost the epitome of a
real friend
today.