Outgrown the Pot (Part III)

When the ghost of a friend

Doesn't want to mend

A moment's decision

That made an incision

In the friendship of a decade?

I can't break down the blockade

That she built in her heart.

She chooses now to keep us apart

Because of a petty difference.

Her endless impatience

To make herself look superior

Leaves me wiser, though ultimately wearier.

I regret sharing with her my woes

Because my soul-sister turned to foe.

This tiny misunderstanding,

And her subsequent grandstanding,

In front of imaginary admirers

Has inflamed hateful fires

In her frozen heart and closed mind.

It's really hard nowadays to find

Friends who don't make assumptions

About one's motives; her lack of gumption

To give me the benefit of the doubt

Or ask for clarification about

How I truly did feel

About the mistake I made concerning that child, has me hauled under keel,

Drowning in injury, barnacles scrape off my skin

Like her cruelty does, and now she thinks she will win

In this back-and-forth game

Keeping her silence, it's really lame.

Four weeks with no contact

Has me breaking the social contract

Trying to not double, triple, and quadruple text her,

But the pride on which she lies has totally vexed her:

"You weren't sorry for what you did, only that you got caught"

"Of course I was sorry for spanking her, I apologized!" I thought

She knew me better than this

But her audacity recently has only made me wish

She had never invited me to her wedding

(I changed my mind, I won't go) and now I'm regretting

Making her the maid of honor, last year, at mine

Trying to reason with her has been a total waste of time.

Eight years of friendship right down the drain

Mixed emotions make me feel drunk in the brain.

How could I have been so stupid as to think

That I could remain friends with one who literally lives in the drink?

We have nothing in common, not anymore,

Not since high school, because she became such a whore

I saved myself for marriage and can't wait to have kids,

Meanwhile the Career Woman is miserable and she can't even admit

That her five year relationship is a hopeless dud.

The longer she lives, the more she drags her name though the mud.

She'll never become the famous writer she adores.

(It's good not to hear from her, all her office stories bore!)

She says her sole purpose in life is to live for her cat?

She's suicidal and falling apart, now, imagine that!

She tried to kill God and take up His post

Because being in control is the thing she loves most.

Which is why she tried to put me on the defensive

And claim moral superiority, though her views are far from comprehensive.

Everything she believes serves her in only a moment.

Which is just why the future will kill her, won't it?

The feminist who hates traditional gender roles

Is the same hypocrite who sucks dick, her ideology full of holes.

"Spanking is never okay, there are better ways to deal with a child."*

Oh, like murdering her in the womb because her unplanned existence is so reviled

That it is better to pretend the baby never existed at all?

Her contradictive morality will be her downfall.

I pity the loss of a friend, but what's more

Is that the relief I feel means she isn't a burden anymore.

"I need to step back from the situation, this goes against my morals"

Is her passive-aggressive, month-long silence better than petty quarrels?

Yeah, she can't live rent-free anymore in my mind

(Or with her cheapskate boyfriend,) now I'll find

The freedom from feminism rammed down my throat

Though all she can do is continue to choke

On the pills, her beliefs, and all those dicks, thinking that she has the choice and the power

To cut me off or wound me; my love for her had already gone sour.

So I'll live my life, spank the kids, and let her go.

She survived her suicide, but to me, she died years ago.