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
YOU ARE READING
Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
