shampoo for my real friends
real poo for my sham friends
"You taught me a lot about loving and about never allowing anyone else to prevent me from loving myself.
I taught you what ingredients mean and why red dye is practically a neurotoxin.
You told me once that I looked beautiful when my hair was greasy and I had been crying for three days straight.
I told you to shut up and stop lying, but still offered my arms in invitation.
You cleaned pools of my blood from the bathroom floor the night my father told me I was worthless and called me names again.
You also said he was more worthless than anyone you’d ever known and you wiped away every tear on my cheek that night.
I washed your laundry and cut your sandwiches in half, even when you didn’t ask me to.
You picked the cotton balls out of my medicine bottles because the feeling of cotton makes me uncomfortable.
I killed dozens of spiders without telling you they were where you were standing moments before.
You helped heal my broken heart every time I chose someone over you.
I secretly hoped you’d fall in love with someone new because I knew I’d never make you happy.
You told me you hated me before slamming another door in my face and walking away.
I begged you not to go and whispered “I love you” every time you left, even though I knew you couldn’t hear me"
We love each other differently
Now taking applications for someone to love me and maybe touch my boobs occasionally in odd situations.