My arms have goosebumps
and my facebook status is
being liked by all these people
that I had once abandoned.

I realize now, who my real real
friends are in these dark times.
The times between when Voldemort
rises to power and when your best
friends all grow older than you.

You are sixty in your brain, I can
tell and it tickles.

It's a bit much, I think, to say
that four people can love each other
in the ways that we did. I don't think
that it's too much to say
that we did love each other, if only briefly
before I was

disowned, dropped and disenchanted.

And all I really wanted was to be. I just wanted to.
I really.
Honestly.

I wanna be your dog.