#friendgroup
Well now it’s quiet.
Forgot your name, forgot your face, forgot your voice, forgot your laugh, forgot your fears.
I cried too many tears,
failing to recall your name.
Who are you?
Who is this idea of a person in my mind?
Who I enshrined
but why and when?
Can you introduce your face again?
A stranger who feels like home,
a face I couldn’t forget,
but did forget.
Your words are cheap,
but well known.
I forgot but did you too?
I feel as if you know everything I knew.
Our skin is unaccustomed to one another but our souls are tied by a million knots I oversaw.
Two snowflakes falling from the same cloud just to melt alone.
I feel relief when I hear your unacquainted voice,
was this a choice?
A squirrel in winter,
a deer in summer.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
You walked up to me this morning and told me it was you or her.
I chose you out of habit, not out of choice.
I felt pressured to choose you.
Why do I have to choose between you two?
I don't know what happened
I thought we were okay
Why are we choosing sides now
Why do I have to choose?
I wasn't in the drama, I don't know why I have to choose.
I chose you, in 100 different lives I would choose you
Why can't I be friends with her too?
Why are you making me choose?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 10:51 AM UTC
I used to be included, back when the group was small.
I used to play the game, back when we weren't yet as grown.
But now, I stopped arriving at the events you planned.
Bailing at last second, the brain yells it's a mistake.
The years flew by, anxiety holding me back.
Back home where I heard of the fun they had.
The lingo they developed, experiences they shared.
Inside jokes and common friends I've never even met.
It's a certain type of loneliness, the friend on the outside.
A certain type of pain when you're the only one to blame.
Stopped to be invited, what did you expect? When you never show up to the insane plans they make.
I'm so tired of being on the outside, being all alone.
Surrounded by my friends and convinced that they don't like me.
So tired of looking through the blinds, only catching glimpses of their lives.
One might say, the solution is simple.
Just get into the new-old group, bland right back inside.
But how will I accomplish it without the proper tools?
I ask you now, how do I get into the room?
Another says I communicate my problem.
Please consider that I'm a human disaster.
Don't like to talk of feelings, don't want to talk of pain.
It's so much easier to repress it all again.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC