Words Of a Feather

I have a nice day outside on a warm, May day

The breeze whistling in our hair and our mouths

As my friends and I chat non-stop

Just the few of us together forever until…

That wretched thing appears

It slithers up to my friends and takes them away, luring them

Into the depths of what is unknown to be

The May day has turned into Mayday

As my friends may have been hoisted away and never seen again

And what was this vile beast, you may ask?

One of their friends

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At first, I stood still and watched a small interaction

I wish I had something to say, but my lips were glued shut and my head with empty

I felt myself drifting away from my friend as they talked to another

Leaving me with nothing else to do

They’re my friend

How dare they spend time with other people?

When will they come back to me?

Whatever shall I do?

If I stop talking, stop laughing for a second, will they stop talking to me?

Will they fall into the clutches of another wild animal stealing them from me?

Would they forget about me?

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They just love stealing you, don’t they?

And you absolutely adore being away from me, right?

I see the way you dance with demons

Laugh in limbo

Play amongst decaying peonies

With those “friends” of yours

Any friend of yours is an enemy of mine, I say

As I see you slipping further from me

Becoming less of a friend and more of a stranger

I watch as you evacuate into the clutches of the wild beasts, longing for your return

But you don’t want to escape

You must adore those creatures more than me

You must enjoy being away from me

You must enjoy lavishly enjoying life without me and with them instead

All I know is…

It’s only a matter of time until you leave me

Who else will be there for me when they’re away?

The solitude of the clouds may hoist me

The breeze may never want to play with us again

Why can’t it be me instead?

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Why can’t I be stolen and snatched by another being?

And drive them mad with the eyes of emeralds

Have endless conversations and be fought over

As a prize to be won

Why do I have such a limited amount of thieves coming to me

Instead of my friends

If only someone would kidnap me from a conversation and spend time with me

Maybe then the monsters stealing my friends could have a chance

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Then I turn over the corner and look into the glass

I see the real monster inside of me

The ghost that’s been haunting my relationships for centuries, eons even

I try to let it out, but it won’t stop controlling me

As I keep trying to keep my friends to me and me alone

Then I ponder… Would I want the same thing?

No, I don’t think so

So finally, I break the glass, and the spirit slithers away