rage potion #seven

I slipped the Rage potion #7 inside my mouth I knew it was coming

The rage turned to deep-inside-welling-up melancholy

How much more pain can I feel inside before it hits a nerve hits a wall hits something other than me

I don’t want this for anyone

I miss you, my best friend, like family, but you know that our old ways of balm and food for thought was a blessing, but it is gone now forever

You scared yourself with your feelings, you scared me, I told you all my secrets

You put them on a shelf for show with your overwhelming desire for loving my powerful words

I knew I could find hope again with you

But it won’t ever be

Even as a person, I was rejected by my joy

Small joy, I don’t often feel that

I lost my best friend.