I met my best friend in the winter,
She will say I met her in the summer,
But I truly saw her in the winter,
Saw her covered in all her
inky words.
When I am with her it is monsoon season,
Her rain cleanses me like holy water,

But I am still full of sin.

I have always been bad at goodbyes.
My suicide notes have always landed
In landfills or never had the chance to
Meet their lover.
But for her, I will say goodbye.

Remorse for our friendship looms as
The razor dips into my wrist.
The blood dripping down leaves
Our possible l(ove)ife in limbo.

“As the sun sets on our friendship,
I realized there are hundreds of words
That will be spilled next to my blood,
Words I wanted n̶e̶e̶d̶e̶d̶ to say to you,
But there are no words that will
Make up for my death. So, all I will say is,
I’m sorry”