i have a new best friend and she knows nothing about you.
and she never will.
the pain always
bested the shame
when the subject was you.
but things are anew
and i’m doing well,
hope you are too.
i have a new best friend and she doesn’t know your name and she never will.
the stories get old
from being retold
over and over again.
they don’t quite move me
to tell somebody
when i’ve already seen how it ends.
my new best friend asked me who’s hurt me and she’ll never know it was you.
suppose you don’t feel
how much you’ve healed
till it’s no longer causing a stir,
and when you answer the question
who left an impression
you see things aren’t the way that they were.
my new best friend knows nothing about you and she never will.