Poison

Just a poem about how far you will go for a friend and what it does to you.

I took poison from my friend in the form of a letter
With a single word binding it together

I’ve taken many pills from her before
But now I took just one, not any more

The pill I took will likely be my last
More potent than the pills I’ve taken past

It never has been good for me, I know
And now, in death, I finally let her go

But if, one final statement, I should give
Let it be this: that I was meant to live.