Jermaine spoke to me today, not his usual self.
He was kinda jumpy and didn’t take the jokes.
He’d never been like this I couldn’t understand it.
I tried to be reasonable but all I got was hatred.
I turned to walk out the door and promised never to come back.
The door slammed shut and I felt a sudden panic.
My heartbeat raced as I turned around to face him.
A dull figure stood in front of me shaking with fear,
I stepped back in shock as the object began to appear.
My eyes widened and my throat tightened,
Why was my best friend treating me this way?
I begged him to release me, I begged him not to harm me.
I told him I still loved him and I’d never leave him alone.
I was just angry at the time we all have our ups and downs.
He said he was sorry for scaring me, I said it didn’t matter.
But he said he doesn’t want me to be his loving best friend.
He said he wants more but I won’t give him what he wants.
He says he loves me but I take it all for granted and don’t listen to him at all.
But before he pulled the trigger I wish he’d let me say:
That I wanted him more than anything and all my boyfriends were just game.
I loved him more than anything but if he’d just let me speak and let out my emotions,
Maybe things would have been better than ending his life this way.
