los angeles

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we always used to talk for hours,
about how we'd grow up together,
live in the same flat in los angeles,
double dates and reckless nights in the city.

now i don't know,
my best friend soulmate seems to have gone solo,
or at least without me.

can't lie i'm jealous,
we don't walk and talk like we used to do,
and now my other friends are becoming my best friends,
and you seem to be fading away,
you watch it all happen without a care,
why don't you care that somebody else is stealing your supposed soulmate,
even though we're only best friends,
and it's easier to replace arms than lips,
at least for you anyway.

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