Friends?
Will we ever be friends again?
I doubt it
She's staying
Which means no hanging out
She gets jealous
And overprotective
So we can't hang out
I feel like crying
Knowing that I'll never
Get one of my best friends back
All because
She doesn't want it to happen
Because she doesn't like me
And it is too controlling
And because you
Let it happen
We text
But there is something
That happened between us
That no amount of texting will ever fix
No matter how hard we try
We can't show the pain through a screen
I don't think you realize
How much it hurts
To know that we will never
Watch a movie together
Take a walk together
Talk in person
Again
At least not while
You two are together
I miss the small things
Like texting after
A long day
And laying around
Watching a movie
Or petting my dog
And talking
God, how I miss it
I know you want to fix things
And I know
That we are both trying
But answer me this
Will we ever be friends again?
Friends
We talked yesterday
I was more open with you
Than I have been in months
I said I wanted to be friends
But wasn't sure if that's what you wanted
I said I wasn't going to force you
To do something
You didn't want to do
You wanted me to accept your friendship
You asked "Are you going to be happy
Or not?"
I said I'm learning
To be happy on my own
To not let my happiness depend on others
I'd love to be your friend
You are an amazing person
Who I want in my life
But not by force
It all used to be so easy
Like water flowing down a river
But now that water is a square
And the river a circle that the square
Cannot fit through no matter how you push
It was so much easier when we weren't broken
Before we broke each other
But I started fixing myself
While you got worse
And now I will fix us both
As I've done many times
And will keep doing
Until we are both repaired
Because we are friends
And that's what friends are for
Silent
She stays silent.
Because it's easier.
How is she to explain something
She doesn't understand?
Something that doesn't make sense to her.
Because it's smarter.
She won't sound like an idiot.
Trying to explain something she doesn't understand.
Because it's saving them.
She loves them
And doesn't want to see them hurt
She doesn't want to pass along the pain
Because it's less trouble.
She won't sit there
Trying to get their attention
And when she finally does
They sound annoyed.
Or if she doesn't
She gives up
Knowing she's not important
Because it's better.
For them.
They won't have to deal with
The annoying
Sensitive
Stupid
Girl
Because it doesn't matter.
She's not important
So why should it?
They ignore her daily
And she knows it
She knows she's not important to them
But they're important to her
So she will always be there to pick them up
Even if they aren't there for her
She will be there when they're broken-hearted
She'll be there when they are feeling down
She will be there when they don't have the will to go on
Even if she isn't there for the good times
They have with others
She will always be there
Because she cares
Mood
I wanted to
But I didn't
I've been in a mood
For a couple days now
Only a couple have noticed
The change in my mood
I don't know how
To explain my mood
Or what causes it
I just get in a mood
It's like when
You just don't feel up to anything
You want time to stop
You want everything to slow down
In 14 days
I'll be in a different school
In 14 days
He may be gone
In 14 days
My life will change
In 14 days
We will be separated
In 14 days
We will stop talking as much
In 14 days
I don't know what I'll do
I'm scared for those 14 days to pass
I don't want change
I know I should embrace it
But it's all too much
Maybe what's waiting
At the end
Of the 14 days
Is what is causing my mood
Beautiful Farewell
there is beauty
in goodbye,
like the pink skin
on your heart
that forms to
fill the void,
it grows soft
and rests frail,
more tender
than you've been
in a while.
the tears caught
in your throat
drip down to
soften the callus
before the break.
and the ache brightens
memories never noticed,
and though the steps
feel like being forgotten,
you remember
what's it's like
to be alive, and
the bleed makes you glad you
still have something to lose.