Good Friend

Good Friend

So apparently, I wasn't a very good friend.
I mean wasn't it me that you came running to in the end?
Hold up let me check my phone record, 4 calls all lasting almost over an hour?

Wait and the texts ....yea all of them reaching over 500

BUT I wasn't a good friend?

You tried running my name through mud.
Demean my character and for what? Because your insecurity and your cheating ass man had you tripping. I kept telling you leave his trifling ass alone, but no you stuck and love gone.

Wasn't I the one who shoulder you cried on when you found out that Tanika was from down the street was getting the treatment you use to receive? Or that Debbie was steady spending money that you gave him. And you wonder why you never say a bill receipt...

BUT I wasn't a good friend?

I held your hand, wiped your tears, and shared with you the deepest, darkest fears. Laughed and smiled with you. You were my road dog; my ace in the hole but you want throw that all away for something you THINK you know...

So I'll tell you what.. when you get out of that rut of "everyone wants what I got" then I'll be here for you, WHY?

Because that's what REAL friends do.

Lady R © 2012