First off this is the last poem thing this month, i know fucking hooray
Anywho i have a new perspective on my friendship with 'Violet'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my friendship with her has turned out to be less painful than i thought, for, now instead of a pitfall our friendship is a road, and yea sometimes she's the one making the potholes, but shes also pretty much always the one with the concrete. We both have our faults and that is just fine, i dont know what i would do without this friend of mine.
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This one is pretty clear, and i MAY have overreacted just a tad. I do have other friends, but only one who is as close to me as Violet and that is Max. Max is pretty great he just got married the other day, i was the officiator, it was great. The thing is, Violet and i both have jealousy issues mine are just less demanding and more fueled by loneliness. Anywho back to the subject, Violet is more real with me, thats how i know the laughter she shares with me is real, when shes in a bad mood shell tell me (or ignore me) while shell fake a laugh with her other friends. And through her rough exterior and most of her mean interior there is a kind and caring person, who buys me gifts when she goes places (no, i dont ask her to) and invites me to come to plays and movies with her and her family.
Thanks for listening to my problems
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May you're days be better than mine,
........................................... Tall