Our Friendship Is Cold
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Georgia Lee, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2020
Everytime I try and reach out to you,
You're like a reaction to my body.
Pulling me in,
Twisting me down.
Your words are sharp.
They impale my mind repeatedly.
Constantly reopening the wounds you cut.
Your words are icicles.
They look beautiful but in a second could puncture me.
Long, thin daggers of perfection that are cold and uninviting,
Yet somehow entice me again and again.
Your words have melted.
They've sunken into my skin.
Do you think this is fun,
Playing your twisted games on me?
I hope now you feel like you've finally won.
Cause this "relationship",
is done.