My Best Friend Poem by Stell Ryser

You're not my boyfriend, you're my best friend, but that doesn't mean I can't get jealous when I feel you slipping away. When you can clearly see in my eyes that I'm hurting inside, and you act like it's not there. That hurts the most because I know in the past you could tell instantly. When you talk to me it's like you don't even notice anything anymore.
What happened?
Was it me?
Did I lose your interest?
Did I suddenly become not worth your time? Or is it just the way my life is...
People come in my life for a limited amount of time to leave when they gain what they need from me.
Whatever it is or was I did. I'm sorry. But thank you for the time you spent with me. Every second was an irreplaceable moment.
Sincerely,
The friend that no matter how much you hurt blindly or treat badly will always turn a new page when you need her...