Rush Week

there are friends,
and
there are friends.

some for photos,
some make you look good in public,
some make you look bad in public.
some are for drinking with,
some for laughter,
some for chatter,
and some for gossip.

Some you wish you could fix,
some keep you healthy,
and some are for bad choices.

Some know your mother,
some hang out with you just for your brother,
some are for hand shakes,
and some still need your address.

Some listen,
some come around quite often,
some sit,
some watch
and some make you glisten.
Some complain,
some don't know what to say when you complain.
Some are for consistency,
and some are for a yearly
catch up over coffee.

Some you kiss,
some you touch,
some hardly hug,
some hold your hair back,
or your dress up,
or your shit
while you're buying more stuff.

some are simply for the art of survival,
and others are for absolutely no reason at all.

and most you love.

but some,

some are for all of the above.