We sat on your bed. It wilted under our weight.
Old and frail- stale to a fault, we always said.
Side by side. Knees touching knees. Hands
in packets of sweets from the corner shop.
How many can you fit in your mouth? I got
eight. You beat me every time.
We laugh until we ache. Funny pictures.
We jump in slow motion, I catch your eye and
we smile.  My best friend.

I sit in my bed. It's strong under my weight.
New and durable- Squeaky to a fault, I always say.
Cushion to a body. Covers suffocating hard. Hands
on a face, smudged with mascara from Asda.
I can fit four hours worth of crying into one if
I think hard enough. I beat my record every time.
I sob until I ache. Funny picture, that is.
I lay in slow motion, my phone rings in my ear and
I smile. My best friend.

The call isn't from you.

I thought it was friends before passing guys
I thought it was always truth before lies
I guess you didn't value me
To the fire, you threw me
You chose my blood over me
He doesn't even love you
He told me.
What did you expect?
You both agreed it meant nothing
But to you it was everything
Now he broke you
And I can't comfort you
Now you broke me too
Friends can break your heart too

World is cruel
Wounding me
Hurting me
Making me feel like I am alone
My heart is used to the scratches from the past
The dangerously beautiful scars
From those who've ever stayed
From faith that has been stolen
I said enough was enough
Hypnotizing myself
Thinking I would never found the treasure
And my heart is ****** cold
But then something is shining so bright
Blinding the eyes of my heart
Standing there magnificently
Three ashtonishing treasures
With all the warms
Melting the cold heart
Vowing so confidently
To always beautify my chapters of life
To always be mine

My best friends

The most beautiful treasures
that will always be mine

I will forever defend you because that's what best friends do,
You are gone and I sit here with people I am told to call "friends"
But none of them compare to you
Because you make me laugh and you make me complete
You are the Cancer to my Cancer
You are the one I want to go on hikes with and talk about the delicate curve of a collarbone
You are my best friend and I love you
No matter where you are in the world.

What's the hardest thing about being bi?
Secretly falling in love with your girl best friends.
And she's straight.
And other is a lesbian.
And you hide your feelings, so you don't ruin the friendship.
And stay friends just to keep them in your life.
Two years ago I fell for one best friend (girl)
The next year(last year) I fell for the other.
One is a lesbian.
The other is straight.
And neither of them like me that way.
I talk to them everyday and they still don't know.
And most likely never will.

It's been a while since we've talked
         but I remember everything

You used to always tell me
- You always know what to say.

And I'd say
- Of course, it's my job.
I love you.

The best part is
I honestly didn't
I never really do
Words just happen when it comes to you

it was never a job
it was a privileged
it was so many things
        Like late night giggles
              **** talking those we hate
                     And all the jokes no one understood but us
                      (even if they weren't really that funny)

So of course I always know what to say
That's why you're my Best Friend
         the only one who really gets me
         or who I really get
Because people are hard
         which is something we both get

its all smiles here
always
no matter what
or how far apart we are