It was nice
For the first three years
'Cause back then
You weren't the reason for all of my tears
Every morning I woke up
And I felt sick
I used to lie to myself
And blame it on getting up too quick
I used to tell myself
That staying might hurt at the moment
But if I'm gonna end it
I won't find another friend
How could I believe
That anyone's gonna like me
When you were always in my way
And wouldn't let me see
I couldn't even see
Who I am or who I was
But everyone else saw right through me
Like I'm a broken piece of glass
Well, I wasn't far away
From being one
And if there was one thing I could change in my life
I would make you undone.
I wrote this poem about my ex-"best friend". She was really toxic to me but I couldn't end the friendship because I thought that I wouln't have any other friends without her. My brother's partner proved me wrong then, so I ended the friendship. And guess what, I still have friends. It is probably my most agressive poem.
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Poem Collection
PoetryHere are the poems I've written and sometimes little backstories about why I wrote them. Enjoy my art :)