Silent Cries

Silent Cries

A Poem by Airila

I used to ask myself all the time if it was wrong to fall in love for your best friend
The 2 times this happened I thought it was okay
They were both understanding of my situation
But now its like...
I get it now...
Its wrong to fall in love with your best friend

Someone you...might not have grown up with
But gotten to know and formed such a bond over time
Whether 8 months or 4 years... that glue that tied us both together
I swore it could never wear out
But now...I get it
The bond...its slowly fading

So what you're both older than I am who cares?
There's a point in time where I kept repeating myself
"I'm sick and tired of being the little sister"
I went after what I wanted like you said didn't I?
"My brother always told me if you want something that bad go get it"
But what happens when what you want so badly...is the same one who just said that?

What's wrong with this in my case is
There are some lines you just don't cross
This is one of them
Pains me to say
But this is what has to be said
I can't be in love with my best friend
I tell myself that so many times

No one really understood my feelings for him
Much as I tried to explain
Its.... the deep connection you get after 5, 10, 25 minutes of TALKING ONLINE
How do you do something like that?
In my case it was easy I guess
I liked him from jump...I told him, he understood n said the feeling's mutual

I showed him all the things he was doing wrong
Believed in him when everyone said "Beware"
I became part of his family
I loved him
He helped me when I was traumatized
Held me while I cried

Took every blow when I was angry at the world
Made me understand that I'm beautiful in my own way
Did everything he could to be...the brother I wish I really had (and I have 3 brothers)
I guess... if no one understood then
Then maybe...just maybe
They can understand now.

© 2010 Airila


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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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