friends

they say

really you can’t be sad

cuz you do it to yourself

choose all the wrong guys

say all the wrong words

go to all the wrong places.

they say

if i put the perfect man

in front of your face

who kisses you good night

and smiles at all the right times

when you ramble

and keeps his word

you’d still choose

nights of agony

and tears for breakfast.

it’s like you were made

for darkness

and darkness

was made for you.

so i can’t be sad

because i am friends

with the devil

and i hate to be loved.

it hurts anyway

i tell them.

but i wouldn’t have it

any other way.