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Thoughts borne by greed

Thoughts borne by greed
result in selfish acts.
But that’s all right, if that’s what you want.

We sit across,
words stalled, paralleled
by a table between.

I nod and sway,
but I cannot comprehend what you say.

My two week notice,
printed and new.
Please don’t think me too
harshly, for this is what I must do.

Actions are frozen
as thoughts, combat and meld
into a rapid frenzy –
a creation of no name.

This is the final warning,
the final strike
but my arms are frozen
by a mind too quick.

Note to a Former Friend

I did all the right things; we met in public, a well-light area, I kept my voice even, I kept my speech riddled with facts.

I wanted to break up with you, my best friend for nearly seven years.

We were growing apart, we were spending more time fighting and debating and trying to sweep our literal problems under a figurative rug.

You made me less than what I could be; with you, I wasn’t the person who I wanted to become.


And you flared up, turning into a person I did not, could not, recognise.

‘No one else will put up with your shit like I do,’ you growled to me.

But I remained strong, secure in the fact that you were wrong. I remained calm and called you out on your lies.


A little more talking, a little less drinking of the coffee that waitress was set on pouring for me.


We haven’t spoken since last summer, I haven’t regretted saying ‘good-bye’ to you. I haven’t thought of calling you like I very nearly called Coffee Boy.


Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing, instead of the best.

And on different days I have different answers.

But right now, I am content with my decision made months ago.


I looked you up on Facebook.

Fifty-one mutual friends that are more yours than mine.

And I asked to add you as a ‘friend’


I laughed, loudly and out of my head into the ‘real’ world.

I want you to see me,

and see how great my life is at this moment.


Because it is fucking amazing.