The death of the man I used to know.

The man I used to know
he would be my friend
even if I didn't have
model looks
muscles for days
and an angry
almost cartoonish manliness.
He'd come over
play videogames all night
we'd go to the movies
often we'd sit up all night
watching tv
or listening to music.
Didn't judge
not to say we had no conflicts
because everybody argues
once in awhile
Still....
he knew my heart
valued my opinions
used my advice to better his life
even as I utilized his wisdom.
This is for the cool
that unsung hero
in a hive of scum and villainy
he wouldn't turn me away
saw a diamond covered by coal
Nurtured it even
but then he went away
left me here
in this world
with all these
rude motherfuckers.
Some of them seem like
they don't even have their own minds
wanna copy off what somebody else does
or says
wanna talk nice
until they realize
you're a bottom too
then they just drop you like
a hot potato.

You say I'm angry?
No sir I am merely stating what I observe
and believe me when I tell you
I try my best to keep mydistance from them
because I don't wanna become
anymore like them than I already am.

Yeah even I can admit to being tainted
yeah thou I'm trying to hold on to
that man I used to know
the one who went away
used to fantasize about him too sometimes
wanted to in some ways
to be like him too.
He was my friend
never judged me
was kind
listened to me
shared with me
saw right past the crazy me
folks wondered about our friendship
I even wondered too
how could two from
two different worlds
get along so well?

Then one day he went away

no one came to take his place
so a part of me broke off and grew into another him
thus I became the best friend I used to have
before he went away
never to return again.