Liar
A poem about a friend who was most likely a sociopath
By Emily PaynePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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You told everyone you met that you loved snails
I loved that you loved
snails
I convinced you to buy a small terrarium
to save a few from their inevitable demise from a college student walking in late at night
*crrrrkk*
I made the sound of their shell crunching
We drove to Petco
You liked the idea of snails
more than the
snails themselves
You liked the idea of touching
more than touching
her
You liked the idea of her want
more than you wanted
her
You chose
to protect yourself
rather than
the weighty heirloom
of truth
You didn't tend to the snails
some died
you let them go
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