Falling Far From the Tree

Dedicated to the friends who tried to not to grow apart and failed terribly.

There was always something that kept us going.

The words, and the loss.

Something we all had to learn to hate,

because we didn’t enjoy the pain.

You cried over your father’s anger.

She over a love never found.

And I over a silly boy

that left us heartbroken.

Wasn’t something we out right admitted,

willingly.

There was nothing to do

but

sit and wait

when it came to begging and pleading.

We often thought of things

to make each other laugh

keeping them to ourselves.

Because there was nothing healthier than a good cry.

Which we did often.

They wanted something closer,

and that was the only thing I couldn’t give them.

Not at this distance.

I could have slapped you.

The things you were doing were driving me crazy.

I couldn’t handle the chaos.

I hated my middle name the and way you slept in Physics.

Can’t have everything I assume.

But it wasn’t fair to judge based on idiosyncrasies.

I loved you dearly.

The both of you.

Sometimes it just became too hard to handle.

So I’d shut you all out because it was the easiest thing to do.

If I had the option of alcohol it would be wonderful
but as stated earlier we can't
always have what we want
when we want it.

Author's Note

My apologies this one got a little convoluted.