The goodbyeA Poem by Ghost writer
You were like my Seven,
Come eleven eleven it will be the end of us as friends, Cause I'll wish for never another thought, never another care, Just not for you, but even though I might wish to, I know I'll never forget you, I could never hate you, I just hate the things you do, The way you treat that girl who once was you. She's always been mistreated, Now you mistreat her too, I once tried to be her friend, To be there for you, But you gave up, You gave in, Now I know you can't put this on me, You said goodbye first, I think it's time that I agree. I forgave the things you did, But we never truly moved past them, This is the end my friend, No more sorrows given, not to you, I won't grieve, I won't cry for you, I've shed my tears, in a way, I died for you. I will finally put the past behind, Leave it where it belongs, And I'll leave you there too, You could come to me on your knees, or I could go to you, but we must move on, I'm gone, you're gone, But us will never be forgot, There are too many things we did together, Laughter shared between a pare. Maybe we were just puppets on a string, Being jerked to and fro just to end up alone, But the times we had were real, With church bells and Christmas smells, All the times we didn't sleep, the secrets we did and didn't keep, They were real, so maybe we should thank the puppet master, For the good times, Not the bad. Sometimes things will catch my eye that make me think of you, And I bet that will always be true, But because of you, I won't let myself wonder, How you are, Who you are, Where you are, I won't let myself care, I'm moving on, There's too much emotion there. We were such good friends but the truth, You became poison to me, and I poison to you, The worst best friends, we often fought, Now you will not know my life, and I won't know of yours, and for now that's sad, But it was always maybe forever and it was never never, Now the last thing I'll do with you, Over this, We can be sad together. Someone once said, love the petals not the thorns, but with those thorns you cut your wrists and sliced your thighs, Further choking the girl you used to be, I won't be friends with the bully of my friend, But that girl is gone, she died when you became you, I guess in a way you killed my best friend, But I'll forgive and move past it. So this is the end, I say again, Goodbye girl who looked at winking stars, Goodbye girl who was light to dark, Goodbye girl who climbed trees with bark, Goodbye girl who made art, Goodbye girl with plastic beads, Goodbye girl who lied to me. © 2021 Ghost writer |
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1 Review Added on January 19, 2021 Last Updated on January 19, 2021 AuthorGhost writersomewhere, IDAboutI'm a ghost, part of me is, part of me is a shadow but we don't talk about that part. We lock that part in the closet and don't let it reach us. I am also a writer. P.S. formerly known as WeakFreak more..Writing
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