A Dear Friend

The girl doesn’t people please
And she rarely says thank you
She snatches conversations out of hands
and assigns bitter silences

She doesn’t keep herself minimised
By eroding confines
That raise hairs and bite nails
Her voice reaches to all four corners of rooms
Which crack the glasses in guests’ hands

And she invites you in with one arm
Welcoming you with tissues and wine
And leaves just as you’ve settled
Before it’s her time to speak

And she can bring out your laughter
Make you feel seen
And tells you how much of a bitch you’ve been

Because she’s falls heavy
And walks lightly
With a face that melts
And a mind that solidifies

But she’s always okay
Usually in her own way
From breaking through walls
To ignoring important phone calls.