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  May 2015 vane
Dustyn Smith
I know I broke your heart
And in the end I also broke mine
I healed my heart
I hope you healed yours
In time I think that you have
I know that things can never be the same
I know all the blame rests on my shoulders
My stupidity and loneliness
Though now I do not ask you to take me back
I only want your friendship
Like we once had so long ago
Before this whole mess I caused
I'm sorry
Not for your heart, for I know its healed
Not for the distance, for I cannot move
But for the loss of a friend

I suppose I cannot force you to make a decision
Do what you may, it's out of my hands
Its your life, so you make the decisions
I know you hate it when people tell you what to do
So whatever happens, happens
I throw up my hands
I brandish my white flag, I surrender
I just hope you know that I will miss you
Your friendship and you being you
But that's all past, I cannot change it, nor can you
Over time I will forget and none of this will ever matter
Will I regret it? I cannot say
Will you regret it? I do not know
Though I do know that I will never again
Ask you to be my friend
©Dustyn Smith
  May 2015 vane
Lexie
The friend that left me
She never called
Never came back
And I don't think she ever cared

But you always stayed by my side
You kept me alive
Inside my head
I fought a ****** awful war
But you knock like and angel at my door

Closer than a sister
And more useful that breath
If I lost you
I would have no one left

My elven friend
Emerging from the woods
Like a nymph of heaven
You weave a spell of good

Call my name
And I will call yours
I am always here
That's what friends are for
Thank you to you know who. <3
  May 2015 vane
Poet-Whisperer
She was tiny,
Almost half my size.
I was worried, always
That maybe if I touched her
She might just break
Fall to dust.
But she was strong
Alot stronger then she seemed.

I was simply foolish.
Scared, worried, afraid
Of losing her? I don’t know?
Maybe.
I had rough edges and she had scars
But she held them with pride
Showing that she survived,
And she simply drilled a hole
Right into my heart
Nestling in,
With bitter sweet love
Helping my soul to mend
  May 2015 vane
Margot Allen
I loved how it was raining.
I loved how you were here.
Or almost was. In my mind.
I wanted you to be.
But hadn’t I learned life
wouldn’t give me everything I wanted?

You would if you could but you cant.
I keep telling myself that, love.
Even if it isn’t true, the element that is
truth keeps me going. Slightly.
Because sometimes I fall. And crash.
And burn. And cry. And want
things I can’t have.
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