Love’s not the way to treat a
friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I
don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the
endless purse
of those who can remember
nothing.
Love’s not the way to treat a
friend.
I don’t want to see you end up
that way
with your body being poured like
wounded
marble into the architecture of
those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.
Love’s not the way to treat a
friend.
There are so many better things
for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose
body
casts no light.
– Richard Brautigan
