*friendship - Poem by angel lockheart
The truth has only recently been unveiled to me,
& the reality that lies in wait behind the red velvet curtain disheartens me.
I didn’t think it’d matter so much, I didn’t think I’d care:
I was sourly wrong.
The fact that I have many friends, but not one best one;
It wasn’t supposed to have such a result.
For each of them, I’d gladly die to save,
But if it came to saving me,
None would step forward.
The angel of death would take me by the hand,
And together we’d walk till we were a spec in the distance,
But no one would be there to witness it,
No one would care; no one would notice I had disappeared.
The foot prints of my life would easily wash away,
With laughter and new memories,
As people strolled on with their life,
My picture quickly becoming discolored and disintegrated.
I’ve never made a point to be remembered,
I never thought I’d have too, I thought friendship was enough.
But friendship doesn’t mean the same thing to people,
And it turns out my definition is different from any other.
I thought friendship was loving someone, understanding them, caring for them, making sure that they didn’t feel alone.
Instead it’s blaming me, getting angry and annoyed at me, uncaring, and leaving me for someone “better”.
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