maybe i should have left it alone. maybe i shouldn't have said what i said. i think everyone was surprised that i said what i did, but i don't have a doubt in my mind that they were thinking the same thing. do i regret it? no. do i miss you? yes. i miss our friendship. i miss always going to your house. as weird as it is, i miss your parents. i miss us.
i talked to the basketball coach about it. he said that i could've handled it better. of course. there's always a better way to handle things when i do handle them. but he said that it was better that i walked away. i didn't tell him a lot about that day. i didn't tell him about the hurt in your eyes. i didn't tell him that if i hadn't seen him in the distance i would've whirled around and punched her. i didn't tell him that she had been at home for the past three days. i didn't tell him i had lost everyone but him. he didn't need to know that. i couldn't lose him too. maybe i needed to. maybe i should've not said what i said.
~ the day i lost my best friend
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scream poetry
PoesíaIM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SO THAT WAY I CAN FEEL SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE EMOTIONAL PAIN WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK
