A friend.
by definition:
one whom has a bond of mutual affection.
By personal finding:
one whom is trusted in all confiding.

What if...
the trust is shattered and broken,
or the affection is no longer mutual?
the friendship is no longer perpetual.

Did I do something wrong?
Probably.
Will you forgive me?
possibly.
Did I make you feel strong?
Definitely...
not.

I am a terrible friend...
I am annoying,
I am loud,
I am frustrating,
I am rude,
I am inconsiderate,
I am a bad friend.

But that doesn't mean that I am lying when I say "I am here for you."

I am not angry at you for saying that I don't care about you,
I am not angry that you told me to get out of your life,
I am not angry that you think I'm not there for you.
I am sad that you didn't share your strife.

Sorry is not the right word for what I want to say,
but I have never been good at english okay?
I am not a literary genius so in my dismay,
accept my sorry is all that I pray.

Dear mr or mrs dead mouse,
I am sorry...
I should have stuck up for you
I should have kept you warm
I should have done more
But I didn’t...

I should have found you a place
I should have stood my ground
I should have protected you
But I didn’t...

I should have cared for you
I should have given you a chance
I should have kept you alive
But I didn’t... and I’m sorry.

To me, perfect is an opinion.
Nobody's perfect is the same.
But the tell me this,
why is "you're so perfect" a compliment?
Why does another person's perfect matter?

We wake up and strive for perfection.
But what happens when we get there?
Do we lose our motivation?
No, because we never get there...

Even when you think you've scaled your mountain,
all it takes is one insult,
to send you thundering down again.
Or does it?

What about body positivity?
Or not giving a **** anymore?
well I am not those people,
and my perfect is on the floor.

What is skinny?
Is it the rude word for slim?
Similar to fat vs curvy?
Or is it something else?

Maybe it' a feeling,
when you're below a certain BMI.
Or when you find that perfect swimsuit,
or your best angle.

What if it's a mindset,
defining who you are?
your perfect stereotype,
or something far worse...

A goal.
The thing you strive for everyday.
The only thing that matters.
A living breathing entity.
Your world.
Your friend.
Your enemy.
Your downfall!
You.

I know you are lost,
I really want to find you.
It's been so long,
Since I have seen you.

I know you are lost,
I promise I'm trying.
I feel the pain of the lost,
Is that the worst thing?

How does it feel to be lost?
Do you know where you are?
I'm afraid I'll never find you,
I think you've gone too far...

Do you miss me?
I miss you.
I will always love you...
Even if I get lost.

You, called me names in class.
You, dragged me down the stairs.
You, took all your anger out on me.
But I don't care anymore.

You, said that I stink.
You, said that I was gay.
You, turned the whole class against me.
But I don't care anymore.

You, crushed my confidence.
You, Picked at my insecurities.
You, left me with nothing.
But I don't care anymore.

You, told me I was fat,
You, got away with everything,
You, stole my best friend!
And I still care...

Hello,
my name is Paper.
How are you?
Good, I'd like to tell you a little something.

I am in love with a pen.
Her name is Bic.
She draws on me with silky smooth ink.
She never scratches on me,
and sometimes furnishes me with a big tick.

Her lid is blue like her ink,
as blue as an indigo felt tip.
She has a metallic ball point,
which glides smoothly over me.
Quills who? They have to dip.

You know,
the author of this poem is using Bic right now.
I wish it didn't have to end,
oh no, the dreaded.