Conversations With The Enemy

You are setting
traps with your mouth,
with every life story
you pour out of your soul
to your new best friend.

I watch you laugh
at your own funny jokes,
carefree and relieved
like I’ve never seen you before.

I see the look in your eyes,
a spark, burning
brighter by the minute

…finally!
someone you hoped
would be “friend” worthy material

and I am happy for you,
happy you have someone
in your age group
to talk to and bond with

but behind your back,
every precious detail
of your life
has been trampled
in laughing-stock dirt.