To: H,

This time, it was I who were young

In terms of age.

We were oil and water

Air and fire, combustion.

But it wouldn’t have worked out.

I wasn’t looking for money or safety

I was looking for a mentor

I was looking for a reminder of a parent 

But I forgot how in their words, you’d expect

To find hurt.

That which you wouldn’t hear from a lover.

I was immature

But thank you for seeding anger within

Through the first wave of hit upon my cheek

Thank you for slapping me the second time,

For your friends ignoring this too,

It sowed a deep depth of insecurity

So that I have something to climb out from one day.

Thank you for still being a Friend.

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