For three years
you were part of me.
we were best friends.
We loved barbecue chips
and the Sims 2
creating a whole world
of life and death
all at our fingertips.
We both hated Colten
and the slutty maid, Kaylynn
from the Pleasant family's saga.
Now, we are almost completely different.
I have no regard for religion
while you nurture your Catholic faith.
I fill empty spaces of my heart and soul with the sounds of classic rock
but you prefer soft country and pop.
As you strive to achieve in every class
I do enough to get by
But don't they say
As different as we are
though we believe different things
enjoy different things
I still know
you are Rachel
and I am Claire
and I miss you.
Even when you comment on my emotional pain
even when I call you every name in the book
you're still my friend.
and I want to be your friend
if you will be mine.
'Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.'
according to my book
and I have started to see
just what an awful ugly place it truly is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.