to one of my first online friends:
Z
at the start
we used to message each other until
ungodly hours
discussing everything and anything
our friendship was like a flame
that had ignited by accident
bright and promising
then life got busy
we started drifting apart
the hours we texted everyday
turned to minutes
turned to
never
what we wanted were different
you wanted company
i wanted a friend
you wanted someone to flirt with
to chat with
you craved human interaction
it wasnt what i wanted
but i stayed anyway
i was like a toy
someone to play with
fresh and new
a silly playmate
but
my company grew old
our differences caught up
i wasnt enough
i was never- would never be
i miss you
but it's unrequited
even after the hurt
my heart still shakes
wrecked with emotions
that only i am feeling
filled with questions that will forever be left
unanswered
sitting in a pile of ashes-
all that is left of our friendship
i can only cry
platonic or not
heartbreak is
heartbreak
and my heart agrees
YOU ARE READING
Truly,
PuisiThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
