Thursday, August 18, 2011

Imaginary Friend

You talk to me in public.
You talk to me when I sleep.
You talk to me when I eat.
You talk to me when I pee.

I don't know what to do with you,
I'm going completely insane.
I don't know how to deal with you,
I just can't put you in your place.

You were my friend before,
You weren't that much of an annoyance.
You aren't my friend anymore.
You aren't that much of my maintenance.

However, I still love you.
You are still my friend in need.
The one I can talk to, 
And tell secrets to.
You are the shoulder I can lean on to.

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