To those that broke my heart
&
To those helping me fix it.
[note: guys. These excerpts are not perfect. I get all insecure when it comes to writing poetry or expressing myself because I'm not very good at it. These are genuinely what I feel and ho...
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She was the girl that sat quietly in the back of the classroom. She was the girl that hated everyone. Funny, isn't it? That the girl who hates the world, is the most loved by it.
Mariza is her name. She's a good friend, too good to be my friend. She isn't perfect, she'd admit that herself, but she has always been a perfect friend, to me.
Mariza is the friend that is constant. There's no judgement in her doe eyes. Her eyes. I've always admired how when the sun hit them, they looked like a fix of melted chocolate.
Mariza. I recall the days, the day, she had become my only friend. She had become the person to protect my emotions the time people weren't so kind and gentle to my broken, fragile heart.
Mariza, she's my only friend ever named that and it'll stay that way for a long time.
