All we do is fight, fight, fight—
through the day and at night.
Why can't we just make things right?
Please, give me something to write about.
I'm tired of having all these doubts
about us.
Can we please just stop the fuss?
Please, tell me what happened to us.
We were great friends,
but now we're not even friends.
Please, tell me what happened again—
how did this begin?
All because you didn't like my friend?
Please, this won't happen again.
Just tell me why you won't let me in...
What happened to that promise
saying we were best friends?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For You
RomanceTook my break. Now I'm back. Old ones are getting sharpened, new ones are hitting raw. If you're reading this just know, this poetry? It's for you.
