If you're reading this
I just want to say I'm sorry
I'm sorry I didn't fight for our friendship
As hard as I could've
I regret each day that a little time and communication abandoned ship
And I didn't stop them
I said that I would treasure our friendship
And I always wanted to believe that my heart of gold was larger than the seven seas combined
But now I find us washed up on two different shores
And I'm just hoping this message in a bottle will find its way to you
Consider this an attempt to "S.O.S."
Or "Save Our Ship"
It's not that I didn't care that it was sinking
I just came to terms with the sinking
Thinking that there was nothing I could do
When in reality, you were always a call away
And the only excuse I have is that I'm bad at long distance friendships
But if you're reading this
I'm hoping it's not too late
To make our friendship sail again
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in Bold Ink
PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...