Once upon a friend

My heart bleeds on paper. Many a time its triggered when friends turn strangers. Like...how do you go from "talk to you later"s to "I dunno nuffn about her"s to "she became a hater". I'm forced to believe that time is the foe. The moment you meet someone you begin to countdown to when your time is o'er. Kinda like when you pop the cap off a bottle of soda. Takes a while to lose its gas and become flavoured water. I've got nothing against flavoured water but there's a deep trench between a stewardess and a daughter. Its either all of her or none of her. Logic calls it cowardice but common sense says you know better than to confront her. So you turn your backs on each other. Sticking pins in opposing spines. Blind and numb to her pain, you gladly reverse-acupuncture her. The hands that once swore to protect slowly lose their quiver. They're fixed now. They're firm. They violently echo symphonies of revenge. Hatred has a stench and you're reeking of it around your supposed-to-be friend. What's gonna be takes work to be. If you're not willing to put the work in on time; don't think there's always a late submission. Recognise the end.