On the year that we met,
You wore all black
I wore baggy clothes
And greasy hair.
Yet you saw through the acne
And the atrocious appearance,
And I saw a light
In the dark.
You took my shyness
And replaced it with strength.
And I am forever
Grateful.
On the second year
My clothes fit
Though they were oft’ stained
Splattered with paint
And you were away with band.
You’d pick on my crush,
And we fought.
But at the end of the day
You’d still call and say sorry
And I would cry,
And you’d tell me it would be fine.
And things would be fine.
The third year was a charm
You grew up faster
I wore tie die
You wore skinny jeans.
We never left the other’s side.
People would call us names
But you just laughed
And kept your head held high
And taught me to do
The same.
The fourth year was a tragedy.
News like a spark
Our whole world burning down
And yet that last day
You still let me cry on your shoulder
In the middle of band
And stayed strong for me
Even though we both knew
It hurt.
The fifth year was a struggle
10 hours
Like a force field
Keeping us apart.
Tears were shed.
My life was changing.
But you were always there
Like a rock
Unmoving.
This sixth year has been a miracle.
I did not think I would see the end of it.
But the miracle is that I will.
And the miracle was you.
Who told me to shut up.
Who taught me to wake up.
And thanks to you
And all of your strength
There will be a seventh year.
And an eighth.
And many more to come.
Friendship is like Love.
It is seldom true
Or pure.
But our friendship is both.
And I wouldn’t trade it
For anything
In this beautiful
Beautiful
World.