You're one of a kind.
The one who always bosses me around,
The one who hurt my feelings,
The one who breaks my heart,
The one I shed tears for.
The one that uses me for your own good.
The one that doesn't appreciate this friendship.
And you call yourself a friend,
My friend.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
