Deona Skidmore

Best Friend Means...

You said you wouldn't associate with trash
with some druggie slut
And I let myself cry again for losing my love, my heart, and my oldest friend

You said you couldn't see yourself,
You couldn't see yourself with...
But after a year, after the things I've done,
I didn't see this one, even when it did come.

And I can't talk about it,
I don't know what to say.
Don't think I can wake up
Don't think I can face another day.

So I'll say this once before I close my eyes
I hope that everything we've been through
was worth my demise

And if they ask, believe me I'll tell
I gave you everything.
You're still putting me through hell.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 2, 2009

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