It was you, It was me.

Death is hard, especially when someone gives it to themselves.

It was you,

it was me.

All I can say,

is that we were happy as can be.

Being so innocent,

so small.

We hadn't had a care at all. 

It was you, 

the brains, the know it all.

It was me,

the dumb one, the dreamer.

Together,

we thought we'd live forever.

We got older,

are lives slowly growing apart.

The adventures,

soon forgotten. 

I moved away,

not to far away, but enough,

to make you not want to stay.

My days leaving one by one,

seemed like time never stopped,

until one phone call.

I hadn't spoken to you,

in quite some time.

Thought you had changed your mind.

The phone call wasn't you,

it was about you. 

I cried, 

every night.

For the pain, you had felt,

I felt it near.

Why'd you go?

and leave me so?

Didn't you know I loved you dear?

You were my best friend, even though we grew apart,

though now, I only have you in my heart.

The scar is deep,

from your death, 

it took a toll.

Though now I know your safe,

and at peace.

Reviews

[Missy Moooooo]

Oh my, this poem speaks to me....I can't describe how much this poem is to me. Cept the fact that i didn't move. and Monte killed Britany and himself because he was drunk driving...
Umm I love that you make it seam at first that nothing was wrong and then we find out that the best friend killed themself. I like the formatting. and this poem was great.
Nice write.