Seventeen Friends

Seventeen

Girls offer you a hand over a table full of knives 

Take her hand

Risk being stabbed

But you will always take the risk

In hopes that she'll walk around the table 

And prove the stereotypes wrong

So months pass

And laughs are shared over champagne glasses 

And tears are shed into vodka bottles over boys 

And boys are tangled into sheets that only one can remember

Secrets are whispered hesitantly 

Laying in the air among the two 

Until the knives become too enticing for one

And blood is spilled in the form of ugly words

With each word another knife is bloodied

Until the table is empty

And your trust is gone

You don't want to cry 

You don't want to admit it hurt

But now you drink vodka alone

And no one remembers the boy who tangled your sheets 

And your secrets only eat you alive at night

Bc you gave all your trust away

And now it's laying on the floor as your own blood