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Addie Oct 24
I'm from a small two-story house on Heatherwood Circle
from mild Summers and freezing Winters
from snow days and hot chocolate to bike rides every morning and evening

I'm from Olmsted Falls ISD where there are four different schools for elementary school here
from Helping Hands and computer lab
from everyone in the class is invited to birthday parties
from a surprise visit from Ronald McDonald

I'm from Kids First Daycare
from Summers of fun and field trips
from taking the wagon to the other grades to collect their leftover food
from the best lunches I've ever received from a school; Buttered Noodles, meatloaf, spaghetti and meatballs
from kind teachers and amazing friends I'd watch movies with while we waited for our parents to pick us up. We never got to finish Wall-E

I'm from change
from moving
from new friends, new house, new school
I’m from new
I’m from restarting

I'm from not-so-happy endings
from ups and downs that made me a better person
from learning how to make the most of my current situation
I'm from New Beginnings
Why
Addie Nov 5
Why
Why
Why do you do this to me?
It’s clear I'm always the one apologizing
When it’s not even my fault
But you’re the friend I've had for the longest

Why
Why do you do this to me?
You blocked me today.
What for?
Playing a game with some other friends
When you’re the one that will call other friends when I'm on call with you
Then I fade away
I'm not there anymore
You forget
About
Me.

Why
Why do you do this to me?
You’ve asked so many times if I take anything seriously
And it saddens me that you don't notice exactly how much I take seriously
Just because I like to laugh doesn’t mean I can't put away a smile
I would rather smile than sorrow
Why is that so wrong?

Why
Why do you do this to me?
I want to tell someone
No
I’m lying
I don’t want to
Because you’re the friend I've had the longest
We’re supposed to stay friends till college
Our kids will have play dates together
I’ve resorted to writing poems that are less than half-good
Just to relay my cry for help
Escape even
However at the end of the day
It’s still you
I still come back to you like a dog without a home looking for shelter
By dawn tomorrow, it’ll still be you
It will be
forever

Why
Why do you do this to me?
Why do I do this to myself?

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