Well I don't know if he considers me his bestfriend He's one of the few who I can laugh with And at the same time, cry with Isn't that what a bestfriend is?
I've known him for 2 years or so We are both the corniest people He said, "You're the only one Who really understands my weirdness" And I said the same
He's a ladies man And I've been there for him Each time a girl breaks his heart Each time he's left crying Every single time, I was there
Now, he has a new girl And we've drifted so much We don't talk as much as before It hurts because I'm close to the girl And I knew him longer And we used to talk about How much of a flirt she can be And now, he loves her so much And would do anything for her
I think I'm fine with that Because she makes him happy But I pray she doesn't hurt him again Because I can't stand to see him sad I don't want to be a home wrecker Because I know how that feels
But another part of my body says "Why aren't I the one with him?" "Haven't we grown so close?" "Why am I invisible to him?"
I wish you'd see me
Ps if anyone sees this I am not in love I just like him lol just said that for the sake of the poem
"The best way to get over someone is to turn them into literature"