It hurt to let you go
But it was inevitable
And it felt evil.
But what didn't?
We can try against all odds
To keep this friendship alive.
But with time the rope loosens
The fabric tears apart.
The leaves were dancing
On the Doomsday
The birds were chirping
The flowers bloomed.
But nothing went right.
Soon the leaves lost their rhythm
The birds cried in agony
The flowers welcomed the doom
And it fell apart.
The trust, the belief,
Vanished altogether,
Like the last spark on a burnt piece of paper.
As I stood there watching you leave.
I hurt to let go.
But we had decided it
The phone was my pack of cigarettes
And I was in a rehab.
It was hard
I lived with it
It was tough to be strangers
But we had faded in the past
And all was gone.
In spring last year,
We did everything together
Joined to the hip, they said
But friendship is wicked
My friend, it is kaleidoscopic
It changes very soon
To monsoon.
-justbytheway
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Inside The Spiral
PoetryOne of the best ways to let the turmoil inside your head is to write. At least for me. Here's a collection of poems, some are sad, some have hope, some are just me trying to figure out why. Okay, almost none of them have hope. But eh.
