Tamara

I once had an old friend.

She was intriguing, dark and mysterious.

Her name was Tamara.

And I was her best friend, Julius.

We got into so much trouble together.

Dad didn’t really care much but Mom hated her.

My other friends didn’t enjoy her company.

But I was convinced they were all haters.

That is until one day,

I got a call from my counselor.

He said I was lacking credits.

That my degree was done for.

I knew what had been the problem.

Tamara and me had been skipping.

Cut class too many times to count.

But I bet she was still graduating.

Then it hit me square in the face.

Tamara wasn’t good for me.

I made her leave me alone

And told her to stay away from me.

Then she disappeared

And I never heard from her again.

My life was back on track.

Free of her sin.

Then I went to a party once

And I found that she was there

Sitting as she was waiting for me

All I could do was stare

But I knew better by now

I knew what I had to do.

She would only wreck my life.

I knew that to be the truth.

So I ignored her presence

and pretended she didn’t exist.

Then after a while, she didn’t.

After all this time, I could resist.

Poison comes in all shapes and forms.

And it could kill you, if you let it, at any time.

So save yourself and find yours.

Tamara was mine.