You treat our friendship like a high school thesis,

Intriguing me with your charm, only to break me into pieces;

But what's a thesis without a purpose?

You abandoned me, but tell me, was it worth it?

You were toxic in our friendship,

But you brought out my adolescence;

I was stressed and anxious, but I desired your presence,

After humid nights at Chronic Town, jam sessions in your dorm,

We strolled around campus, we'd break social norms.

New Amsterdam tarnished our camaraderie,

False promises you made, then you lied to me;

To this day, I never got the apology I deserved.

Instead, I got a pat on the back, of all the nerve.

That evening you left several messages on my Droid,

"Trizzy Trae, let's hang," and that I couldn't avoid;

It was past eleven, I entered your dorm, slowly and surely

Your hands held a glass bottle like it was your trophy.

The odor of cheap, brown liquor and tobacco smoke,

Red solo cups on the counter, a two-liter Coke;

Kendrick Lamar on your Bose,

I sat down, I was humble

You handed me a solo cup, and I stumbled

One shot of pineapple vodka, you offered

Another shot, you suggested;

Third one, you persuaded,

The next one, you requested.

The fifth one, you forced in my hand,

The sixth shot, I volunteered;

Damn.

The last one had me off the chair.

Your hands held me for a moment, until I collapsed to the ground,

"Damn, man, you're lucky my RA's not around,"

You offered no concern, you just laughed with your friend,

I was your laughing stock, and I fooled myself yet again.

Instead of helping, you left me inside

A cold dark room, I lost my dignity and pride;

Mama told me this would happen, and I ignored her advice,

"Don't trust all of your friends, because they aren't that nice."

And I thought our friendship was picture perfect,

Until I lay powerless and desperate on this cold surface,

What was your motive? What was your purpose?

You don't start a friendship when you want to, then desert it.