I remember

[Knyfe]

This is a true story about me and my ex-friend. Luckily I only knew them online so it wasn't such a big deal.

Your hate can't dissolve
Anything I know
It doesn't cloud my mind with an endless mist
Your insults don't hurt me
Your hate can't change what I remember

I remember when we were friends
When I turned to you for help
When you thanked me again
And again
I remember when you helped me
When you defended me
When even your friends liked me
When I gave you advice
That you willingly accepted
When you forgave me
After I swore at you and your friends
After I dissed your site and your lives
And even when everyone hated me
You stuck with me
And you didn't tease me
And you understood

But now that's all over
And loathing is the only thing we have in common
Loathing towards each other
And all I have to comfort myself
Is what I remember

[JShortstreet]

Funny how horrible things get turned into art, like losing a friend or a lover, or having someone die. It's like the blues. I have the same thing happen a lot, like having a relationship end and plunging into depression for several years, almost dying, then getting pulled out of it. I incorporated that into a story and it became an important part of a love interest between two of my main characters. I think pain is an important component of the fuel of art.