Once I smiled at you, Hunting out that smile, Refusing your refusal to be happy. Smiles came in piles.
Once I hugged you, While you were in an ocean of tears. I set aside every little thing, To help you face your fears.
Once I loved you, As a sister; a friend. We had one each other's backs, To hold, and defend.
Once I couldn't be there for you, Frowns then came in piles, Fears became reality, Defense was pressured, shrouding behind
The hatred we gave one another.
Once I saw you in the hallway, Looking like a skank, Padded bras and tight jeans, Lying that there was money in the bank.
Once I cried for you I couldn't stop. You weren't the same. I ticked your clock.
Once I walked past you. With an Alpha B***h expression, Adrenaline filling my ego, Though my heart scared with Depression.
Once our eyes met. I was the first to look away. Funny how things change, First it was you,
And now I'm more astray.
Once I said I was sorry, I knew you didn't believe me. Liar liar pants on fire. Crushed to embers, blood to deep mahogany.
Once you sat beside me. I fiddled with my phone, Read with monotone The messages you sent me, Stating you hated me. Stating you're happy excluding my presence. Me stating, Once was now a full moon, is now just a crescent.
Once upon a divine friendship, Stood a wall. The only way to get across the wall was to climb. All would fall.
Friendship is something that is tough to keep, and I know
this from personal experience. It cuts deep, and we hurt,
but it leaves us wondering if it will be the same next time
someone else comes around.
When friendship ends. Does make us sad. But people decide new path and sometime old friends are left behind. I like the description and story in the words. The strong language made the poem a pleasure to read. A excellent poem.
Coyote
Intense poem! This really packed a punch, and I liked how you built on the tension and emotion as the poem progressed, with each stanza starting with the word 'Once'. I thought the rhyming was a little forced in certain moments during the poem, which kind of seemed to take away from the true emotions of the piece, but other than that, I thought that this was a well-written, relatable write. Nice work,
~PaperHearts
Or Vanna, This is indeed a familiar tale, and I have been in a situation where I could either toss it into the backstabbers face, or kill them. Being a little looney I chose death, and it was a great time.
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