You were once a friend,
but too many demands signaled our end.
Your constant necesity for perfection
led me into a world of deception.
When I crossed a line you didn’t like,
judgments flew like battle cries.
I wanted to make you a distant memory,
but realized without you it’s hard to breathe.
I kept you at arms length
and learned not to bend.
We’re still friends, you and I,
but time will tell if it will reach the sky.
Anexis Matos 
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