I could take centuries wringing about you,
Oh dear friend.
My newfound, unfamiliar friend.
If you told me -a year ago- that you’d be my best friend, I would’ve probably given you this fake smile you’ve forced me to wear all these months.
I would’ve probably flipped my braids, taking the other direction and vowing never to look back.
But here you are,
Oh dear friend.
You replaced my best friend. The second you realized that I knew that she left, you didn’t hesitate to introduce yourself.
You managed to take over my speech as well.
Sobbing became your definition of eloquence and I had to quickly learn that since you made it clear to me that you are here to stay.
You not only managed to build a home in my heart but you make certain to leave your mark; leaving me with bloodshot eyes on a daily.