My intentions weren't to hurt you. I wasn't as good as a friend as I wanted to be. I do care about you because I want you to get help. I still want you to get the help you need, but I know I can't help you the way you need. It would be selfish for me even to pretend I could. I hurt you and you hurt me. I wish you could see how much I honestly care about you. I hope one day you will.
It's a poem but I just left the writing as is.
you've been gone longer than you were even here (stop trying to add me on social media)
you don't get to be written about (anymore), don't get to see where I am, how I've grown fairy tales do exist, you just weren't mine (sixteen year old me would be crushed)
I remember the times when we used to laugh
at any little thing There was no tension, no silence No feelings of emptiness I remember the times when we used to smile at any little thing at each other, while the sun rays beat off our youthful faces Not a worry in the world I remember the times when we used to talk about any little thing all of the time with no silences creating a barrier between us I remember the times when we used to hold hands for no reason at all Your fingers wrapped gently around my delicate hands firm and protective, strong like you were never going to let go I remember the times when we used to kiss passionately and longingly Our lips intertwined puckering for more But mostly I remember the times when we used to love unconditionally undoubtedly wholeheartedly Like no one else in the world mattered.
funny how things change
~Christi Michaels~November 2014~
~ ~ * ~ ~ hard to believe hearing you say you did not want me would not have us anymore could not control the clench of my heart when you told me words so few leave find someone new "Old News" you said I was "Old News" and you just did not want me anymore waved your hand in front of me to be sure I understood Could not control the clench of my heart when you told me with words so few leave find someone new "Old News" you said I was "Old News" and you just did not want me would not have us anymore waved your hand in front of Me to be sure I knew We were not to be forevermore ~ ~ * ~ ~ Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
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