It's interesting how once a person gets angry,
All the good things are erased
and all that can be seen is the ****** mistake
I see you standing with her
I know that it's fake
But now you're getting Starbucks,
and acting as you once did with me
You used to talk **** about her all the time
So why now are you acting like her friend?
Just a week ago, we were best friends
I remember taking you out for sushi
I remember taking you to homecoming
I remember us laughing, without a care in the world
We sang and danced together
My heart felt free
But I guess we all need someone to hang onto when you lose your best friend
Am I just seeing things or,
Do your eyes look empty?
Longing for me perhaps?
Or maybe it's him.
The boy you'd said that would never hurt you
I have news for you
You either get married, get old, and die together
Or break up.
He will leave you shattered
You will crawl back.
You'll crawl back with tears in your eyes, begging and screaming
Telling me how right I was
The thing is,
I won't take you back.
I'm done with your pitiful act.
part five or something
if you haven't realized already, my poems labeled with 1[insert letter here] are about my day-to-day experiences