Only those closest…
can hurt you the most.
With a harsh word warm smile…
or celebration toast.
Those closest know just how…
to push our buttons.
Making full blown arguments…
out of less than nothing.
Why do I put up…
with all this aggravation?
Stressful situations…
that should end our relations.
Maybe it’s because…
those closest is who we call.
When we’re hunted like animals…
and back is against the wall.
Or maybe it’s because…
they help us stand when we fall.
Unlike those fake friends…
who talk about us in the mall.
>From those closest we take…
the good with the bad.
Sharing some of life’s best times…
even while being mad.
Those closest make me refined…
like a final draft.
I wouldn’t trade one of them…
for everything I have.