not so bad poetry

my jacket

my best friend stole my jacket
she had been my friend for years
we spent our childhood together
riding bikes and scooters
making up evil powers and fighting them

she was my best friend for 15 years
but now that i think about it
we didn't really talk
not about the things that mattered
not really

she always lost the friendship bracelets
claiming her brother broke them
i spent so much on them
self-made and bought
she never wore them

we didn't talk for two years, i think she wanted to get rid of me
when we reconnected
everything was wrong
shifted a bit to the left
i didn't feel like I knew her anymore

my best friend got in a relationship with an abuser
and i begged her to break up with him
I told her time and time again
that he does not love her
that he only wants to harm her

she never told me they broke up

my best friend of 15 years broke up with me
one random night
telling me that she can't be my friend

and you know, none of that matters now
I just want my jacket back