I thought we were friends. I thought we got the other’s back. Always open swapping stories of our past. However much I thought we were friends, you still can’t be trusted.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were friends.
How was I wrong? I was so wrong.
You express your troubles and I hold them in a sealed vacuum.
Yet when I need your advice, the watery and juicy details leads you to tell them forth.
I should have known it’s happened before, but I would not have guessed you would have dropped such a huge bomb on me and leave me in the decay of the atomic waste.
I hold life dear and I thought you did too, but life is only important if it benefits you.
If stabbing someone in the back will further your self-esteem, without second notice that blade slides in so eloquently.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were friends.
How was I wrong? I was so wrong.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were friends.
Why did I think we were friends.
I just don’t know. I was so wrong.
Is this a game? To go fish for someone? Catch them and then pull them out of the water to drown? I’m drowning in my emotions. Sadness, hate, disgust, disappointment, confusion.
What have I done to you to deserve a complete and utter disregard to being treated like a friend?
Friend, what a funny word that has transformed shape for me. First it meant brother, now enemy? Not so extreme because most enemies are vocal with their disagreements. But, you left me in the cold and won’t answer my calls, and I am sorry you have a jacked up life. Where you don’t know where to go or what to do. I always thought you were proud of what I have accomplished in my short time on this earth, but I guess appreciation hides jealousy well.
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023