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Drifting? (or just overthinking + an extreme case of missing you)

Drift

Noun

A slow and gradual movement or change from one place, condition, etc. to another

Drifting

Verb

The ********* feeling in the world

It’s like, were still friends but we’re transitioning into acquaintances,

maybe even strangers in the near future

Daily conversations start to get rusty

And every word said feels like so much effort

Real talk, becomes small talk, and soon, maybe even no talk

Maybe we’ve just exhausted the list of things to talk about

And you know everything you wanted to know about me and I know everything I wanted to know about you

Or maybe you’ve reached your word limit or something, I don’t really know

 

But what most people don’t know about drifting is that

Drifting can be a one sided process

Like I’m here freaking out about our friendship and how we haven’t talked in days

And you're just there, probably not even noticing that we haven’t had a single conversation

If our friendship was a group work

I’d be that person doing everything, trying to fix things, putting so much effort

And you’re the one who seenzones the facebook group chat

It’s like we were on boats and suddenly a current rips us apart and if you just pull me in your boat everything will be okay

But no, the current is pulling me away from you and I am using all my strength to paddle back to you

And you don’t even notice and you even find the time to take a swim

Our friendship was a rubberband

You were holding one end, I was holding the other,

The rubberband stretched as the friendship grew, it got tighter and tighter

and suddenly, you decided that rubber bands weren't cool so you let go and i got slapped in the face by our friendship

It’s like wanting to chase you, but not wanting to chase you

Because it can come off as clingy

It’s like wanting to talk to you but I don’t

because I don’t want to disturb you

and that ***** cos you're the only one I want to talk to

but I'm probably not the one you want to talk to

so I just scratch the idea out of my head

and think of another way to talk to the person I once had endless conversations with

 

the hardest part in drifting is deciding what to do

should I let go?

Because they say that drifting is just a sign from God that you’ve learned everything you can from that person, right

And if I do let you go and we’re meant to stay friends aren’t we eventually going to find our way back to each other?

Or should I hold on, on this one-sided stretched rubberband of ours

and try to fix something that might not even be broken in your eyes

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Written by
gwen-pimentel
Published
May 31, 2015
Lines·Words
42·474
Tags
#love#sad#drifting#lul#nyeta#pucha#tigil#emotenanaman
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