Poison

They’ve said it, they’ve warned you about it, and they tell you time and again, this person is no good for you. She’s the friend who keeps on taking, she buys you a cup of coffee on a weekday and you drive to wherever she is in the dead of the night because she got into a fight with her boyfriend.

She smokes her last stick and asks if you would buy her another pack. She texts you every minute of every day, ranting about the fights she always has with her family. You don’t have the right words to say every time.

Her boyfriend treats her like dirt, and he has no eyes for her friends, that includes you. You berate her, you comfort her, until the third of a thousandth time, you say you give up on her. But you won’t and you never will.

What is it about her?

She’s on the other line again tonight. What’s new, you ask yourself. I can only imagine how familiar her crying is to you. You’ve heard it one too many times. “Just end it.” you say, knowing all too well, she’s taken too much to let it all go.

What about you?