This is a bitchy and bitter little poem. I love my friend dearly but she is always having emotional crises, and I often have to pick up the pieces. I wrote this after a particularly harrowing day. It is not very balanced and does not represent everything I feel about her.
I posted it here because I wanted to see how the romantic sonnet form goes with some quite conversational, unromantic and angry language.
RELUCTANT SAMARITAN
It’s all about you, isn’t it, anyway?
You love a chance to play the fucking drama queen
And the supporting cast watch you night and day
In case you work that pills-and-plastic-bag routine.
So he’s left you? Well, can’t say that I’m surprised;
he was just a “friend with benefits” right from the start.
You didn’t love him either, that was undisguised,
but now he’s gone, you say the bastard broke your heart.
Forgive me for my bitterness at this sad time;
as it’s me who’s clearing up the shit, I’m short on tact.
To say that you exhaust me shouldn’t be a crime,
but I’d like you to get a grip, and that’s a fact.
I’m giving, giving, giving for your sanity’s sake
while you act a little play entitled “take, take, take”.
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