sometimes there was money, bills neatly folded -
sometimes it was hair bands,
an escape route.
whatever i needed to see.
(more) you were a conjurer and the solution always swirled in the space around your fingertips; i was the assistant, i shuffled the cards, i pulled the rabbit out of the hat - i was the thick-n-through friend.
you pull prizes out of your back pocket
strings to keep up your game of smoke and mirrors,
but i've had enough of pulling out my hair
and keeping you safe when you play with fire.
if it's alright with you, i'll keep this friendship
Once, you asked me if I had any colored pencils, and I said that I did have colored pencils.
Then, you asked me if you could borrow my colored pencils and I said that you could borrow my colored pencils.
Twice, I asked if you still had my colored(more) pencils, and you said that you had lost my colored pencils. You didn't even bother because I saw them sticking out of your back pocket.
You know, I've taken a liking to crayons now... because I know now that I am the white crayon in a jumbo box of 64 crayons with a sharpener on the back.
No one can, or will even want to, use me anymore.(less)