“The Good Guy Friends Til’ The End”
An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
You said it just like chucky
“We’re friends ’til the end!”
My favorite childhood movie
You pulled a nostalgic string, loose.
Thread worn and weathered as my soul
already was.
I ignored the neon blinking red flags
blame it on bpd blacks and whites. and
always needing to see it for
myself, won’t take the word
of someone else.
When it would be the one thing to save me.
The end on your screen.
Somehow my mom dying prepared me
for many things.
Though you aren’t close to dead
you are worse than buried to me
I see you as below the enemy
supposed to be my brother
from another.
Is this why you lost your
living family?
Can’t stay ten toes down for
someone always plotting on
worsening
anyone’s misery.
so full of fucking
negativity. No matter how much positivity
is wasted on your perpetual
self-inflicted rain clouds
and yet….
we’re both still breathing.
I should have known words have no meaning instead I listened when you said
“We’re friends til’ the end”
Hey, how come neither of us
Is dead? You use people like a
habitual liar does lines
neither can keep anything straight
from the chaos they create
and pretend is out of their control.
A pussy who can never
stand by his whole
truth, open your eyes…
blinding them to the truth
Won’t change
Their root… here’s a clue
The problem is always you.
Change your name until you
find one to
fit a chameleon,
changing its skin.
Problem, liar, and other choice
phrases you’ve heard
a time or two.
Pos but you’re good at your game.
When your friends go through
Emotional pain plan your attack.
You are that fucking Wack.
Sabotaging every good thing
sent your direction.
Maybe you deserve
wallowing in your
self-inflicted emotions.
Alone for eternity.
But I will keep pressing send
sitting here left on delivered
not even making it to seen
embarrassing.
🖤Praise, questions, critique — all invited.
Say it. Don’t spray it.