Given a million chances
To make you feel like I do.
Not one of those chances
Would I even try.
I would think about it.
Think about the way you made me feel.
Think about how karma is a *****,
But remember
That it would come back to you.
To you.
The girl who took everything inside me,
Threw it to the ground,
And buried it in shards of glass.
You were my best friend.
My big sister,
My role model.
I followed your every move,
Like a dance I was still trying to learn.
You had it all sorted out.
You were clean.
Drug free and ready to take the world by storm.
I love you.
Partner in crime,
And partner in life.
When you wanted to fall,
I was there to help you stand
Like a crutch bringing you back from the place that called your name.
You did the same for me.
All those times we walked around the town and laughed like we were crazy.
Granted,
We are.
Hell,
That's how we met.
We found ourselves being crazy together.
Thing one and thing 2,
We were the craziest team the world could dream up.
We drove halfway across the state,
To get mediocre ice cream.
We played music so loud our ears were ringing with the bass long after it had been turned off.
And we laughed.
We snuck out, like typical teens
We ran around the beach at night skinny dipping and making a racket.
Keep all those old people awake, and yelling at us.
Us.
We were the stars of our personal little talk show.
We ruled everything we ever touched.
The queens of the castle we called the world,
We were unstoppable.
Until one day,
We were.
Those loud
Crazy nights
Turned into cricketed silence.
I reached out.
Multiple multiple times,
I reached out.
Waiting for you to grab my hand out of wherever you were hiding,
I held my hand out
Waiting for your familiar finger tips to slap my palm and say “table tennis!”
We were everything.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
But one day,
After our final parade,
We fought.
We fought because you blamed me,
For something I didn't know had happened.
You told me,
You hated me.
That I was a child
For believing that friendship meant forever.
You called a *****
Because one night you got us to drink on the beach.
You got me to drink.
A road I should have refused to go down,
You whispered words to help me join you.
The night to end all nights.
You called me a liar,
After you stole my parents liquor and made it my fault.
You called me worthless.
Knowing where we came from,
You called me worthless.
You let him threaten to **** me,
That he was joking.
And I believed you.
Until he wasn't.