An old friend I used to have We were sisters, bonded together Sharing company every chance we had The sweet and funny demeanor she kept Made me blind to her dark side She pulled me under her spell I was amazed by the way she carried herself I wanted to be her As days went on, her dark side started to show A rude comment followed by laughter A stab wound covered by a bandage I began to see The true colors No one else could see them but me And I became the one with the dark side Now and then I want to forgive I want to mend the friendship I remember the good times we shared Some things Just canβt be mended Some people Just canβt be changed
I wrote this about my ex best friend that I think about too often. fun fact: I almost wrote this as an acrostic poem spelling her full name but I figured that would be too shady dhdhsjs