the first time i met you

the first time i met you
i didnt know
how marks cascade down your arms in a pink-white array of battle scars

the first time i met you
i didnt know
how tears fall from your eyes before you finally sucumb to sleep

the first time i met you
i didnt know
that a few months later you would down a bottle of pills
trying to erase yourself

but the first time i met you
i did know
that you were kind
and smart
and witty

the first time i met you
i knew
you would be my best friend

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