the four of us would laugh and hold hands
tripping over cracks together
we stay out until one of us got in trouble
we would look forward to it every day
two others joined us
now we were six
a longer line of us holding hands
we would stay out even longer until the sun was too much to bear
half of us left
now we were three
one of us would go off with a fake
but the other two stayed together
one came back, regretting leaving us
now we were really three
spending hours talking about life
and turning into family
two of us got together
now there was a third wheel
but he was fine
all he cared about was our happiness
he is gone
now we were two
awkwardly walking together
due to an unexpected break up
now we were friends
wanting more than platonic touch
but i felt uneasy
the trust had faded away
now he walks alone
and i have new friends
who knows what will happen, all i know is that
now we aren't
-this is the shittiest thing i've ever written sorry
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me ; poetry
Poetryjust some shitty poetry i write to express my feelings to me and whoever reads this. if you're homophobic i suggest you don't read this, thank you.
