You declare yourself a friend,

and expect things from me.

You do not understand,

how wrong is this?

Friendships are spontaneous,

your way of doing,

it’s toxic.

You don’t accept me,

you are like others.

You look at me badly,

you’re just a jerk

which is better to lose.

 

You should have minded your own business.

I who offer you stuff,

because I like it,

you think about plots.

Do you know what?

I have a pretext for

Do not have,

what was not there.

I know well,

that true friends,

they don’t judge,

I do not pretend.

I’m starting to wonder

How many of them

I really do.

For the rest,

I raise my middle finger,

and I know it’s to blame

of these “REASONINGS”

shit,

that I have lost

that

and those

that I cared about,

and then I become,

the toxic relationship …

fuck you again, bro!

italain version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/21/poesiarelazioni-tossiche/

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