fate entwined us
to sit in class and communicate
we did just that
and trust me, i felt overjoyed
in return, i got a new best friend
oh, how all the possibilities
of us hanging out
having similar classes
acting humorously stupid
as if we were the only ones
in the world
brewing was an end-of-year
sensation
and communication was kept
minimal to the point where
we logged off entirely
i kept your number
in hopes that this was a phase
but eventually i gave up
you seemed as if
i wasn't a friend for you
and therefore
my friendship train left you
nowadays i see you
and it feels as if
you are an alien
from a different planet
actions have changed
your friend group
deformed into one
that i never would have
imagined
it seems surreal
that we were once friends
and now
we pretend
like we never have
inexplicably met
what happened with us?
YOU ARE READING
Stillettos of Life
PuisiA riveting, gut-wrenching poetry book about my life. I won't go in depth about what the poems in this book are truly about, as I can hope that you either can figure it out for yourself or just move on as if you knew these poem's meanings all along...
