Dusk Johnson, Assistant Editor, Designer, Writer

They drew pictures in crayon together.

They acted like birds of a feather.

Were they all lying, just to get at the big kids?

Or were they just acting like children to be rid of him?

Elementary gossip, and fickle little lies.

If that friendship means nothing, why do you even try?

You act like he’s the bully, when you’re the one pushing kids off swings.

Bruised knees and broken hearts are not the things he needs.

So I will be the band-aid, the healer, the friend.

Since you couldn’t hold his hand down to the very end.