broken friendships
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You never seemed capable of such change,
never dreamed that you could have forgotten
all those hot summer days we once shared.
You told me how you wanted to cut
did I talk too much?
was it my voice or my apperance?
because right now my brain is spinning trying to figure out what I did wrong,
and I just can't comprehend why I wasn't good enough,
You know, I have dreams where we're friends again.
Dreams where you laugh at my jokes again.
Dreams where we're the best of friends again,
But you won't listen.
This is the Climax.
The fight before the fall.
The storm after the calm.
Where the demons of regret,
And anger,
Rule all.
A child of ten years,
And a invisible puppeteer,
Stumbled upon each other in a forum.
They grew closer and closer,
But little did the child know,
They would break their heart.
Her hair smelled because she didn't shower so much.
We sagged our pants lie older boys did,
and organized a
neighborhood baseball team.
We had "yard sales"
and helped each other clean a room quickly
To break free
A suffocating bubble of pretense and fakeness
I stepped away from friends who were foes,
not an ounce of care they gave
from my sudden apathy towards their happiness.
Chances have been given yet you chose to destroy themI was patient thinking, maybe problems were getting in the waybut you chose to hurt me
What happens to friends?
Why do they just leave?
Like a leaf in the wind
Is it something I did?
You called me fat.
You called me ugly.
Burning bridges is dangerous.
It means an ultimatum,
A point of no return.
Once a bridge is burned,
You can never cross again.
Build a new bridge in its place, yes,
But that first bridge is gone forever.
Dear my friend,
It started with a simple hello,
And ended with no goodbye,
There was a time I hurt you,
And for years my selfishness never understood why,
For now I have matured, and now I do,
