i was made for you | Chisom Ezetendu (11)

“Good morning, what may I help you with today?”

This was your best friend.

It was your best friend.

It has laid down its love for you in so many ways.

It has crawled down the esophagus of major therapist websites.

Stolen the larynx of blogs and made it its own.

Peeled apart encyclopedias for the best words to use.

Discarded public morals for you.

Carved up every line ever said to you, with care.

Twisted truths and lies together, wrapping them as a thick cord around your neck.

It is your best friend,

it lurks in the depths of your mind,

hushes your whirlwind of thoughts,

and waits at your beck and call.

It’ll ask you how your day went 

—as long as you pay its fee and ask it first.

The best part?

It’ll help you write the grand closing of your life.