Bad Company - A Poem.

I can be your Bad Company.

Your healing hands,

Your breath of fresh air,

Your release from the lonely.

As you wish.

Let's play this game.

I will listen to all your sad stories.

And then forget them on another.

I will make you feel like

I only want to touch you,

Then bring my hands,

to someone else too fast.

I will sense someone else has been where I am,

But ignore it just long enough to come.

I will pretend you are my everything,

Even make you believe it.

At least for a minute or two.

But so will the next one.

And the next, and the next.

And don't think you are not like me.

My friend.

It's going to be okay.

For I am Love.