Friend: a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection.

In some instances, we do not choose who we are going to be friends with. It just kind of.. happens. We may be sitting alone reading a book or staring off into nothingness, and then someone walks right up to you. You don't know if you are going to be friends with this stranger. Sure, they could be attractive, have a nice personality based on what you see and hear from others.

But when that first conversation starts, there is no way back to peace and life without them.

From stranger to a weight that keeps pulling you down.
"Get rid of them! If they cared about you, they would take the time to talk." , says my brain and logic. "They have feelings too! They're really nice!", says my heart. "What did they ever do to you?"

Nothing. They did nothing.

Friends don't back-stab you, or ignore you. They don't ignore what you say or send to them. It doesn't matter how weird or inappropriate you act or speak, as long as you know where the boundaries are and you have a good heart and soul.

As Snow White takes a bite out of a poisonous apple, I too have had my share of poison apples that continue to stay by my side.

© 2018 Omni Winters

I'm not what you wanted,
Not what you need,
And I guess I could carry on and say it's okay,
But in reality, I keep drifting away.
You're tearing me apart,
Ripping my skin from the inside out;
I'm still stuck on an excuse to compensate for lost time.
I always knew you were never meant for me,
Maybe fate guided us, but your intentions were made clear otherwise.
I wasn't prepared for a route to shift and create an unexpected turn,
I just wanted someone to stick by my side, to remain loyal and wholesome,
But I guess that was far too much to ask for.
Given our current circumstance,
I probably should've never expressed myself to you,
Too blind to even consider the sight of unpredictability;
The fact that anything can go any other way at any given moment.
I made myself see what I so desperately craved in another; love
Now that I think of it,
I should've never doubted my gut when it indicated that my ends couldn't tie to yours.

I can already see that you idolize her,
shes so far up on your pedestal that
when she falls it'll be inevitable,
she'll become only a smudge,
a stain on the ground at my feet
so easily washed away and then
my slow and steady will soon again
look good to you

but you wont look good to me;
you told of her character like an angel
while you tore me down as petty
you disrespected me to honor the frenchie
and to say I saw this coming is an understatement
my intuition is so on point,
to stay sane I have to medicate it
looking into your eyes and choosing to believe you
was a mistake I wont make twice
I wont stand for it -- I'll sit down
and quietly stare you down until you
realize my choice is made, now it's yours;
be honest with me, who do you value more?