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When I told him I was trash and he didn't need to be my pity friend

He got so offended

And so effortlessly he promised to be my true friend

To always extend his hand forward to me and stand there for eternity

So I can stand next to him and not behind him or in front of him

And I didn't know how to react to that

So I just silently cried

As I typed and promised to be a good friend to him too

I feel so overwhelmed and I have this sweet pain in my chest that hurts

And he doesn't even know how his words meant everything to me

And how it'll hurt

because

Promises are weapons

Please only wield them when you need

For just a touch of one left broken

Is all it takes to make one bleed

And I'm so used to bleeding but I don't want to bleed anymore

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