My best friend is like a butterfly in the rain. She is the beautiful part of a violent storm. With every story she tells me about her life, this seems truer. She has told me stories of her being scared for her life, her wanting to run away, her wanting to live with me. She has told me stories of her parents fighting, her mom making her feel like she's suffocating, her mom controlling her. She has even told stories that I was there for in her perspective.
My best friend is like the crashing waves during the storm. She can be the after-effect of a fight. I've had to pick her up from a violent storm. She called me saying she couldn't do it anymore. I wanted to help. I didn't realize I couldn't.
My best friend is like the familiar waves after the storm. We know each other so well that we can tell that something is wrong with one look. We know each other so well that I can tell you what songs she uses to calm down and escape reality. We know each other so well that we know how to comfort each other over the phone. Knowing her so well allows us to have a code and allows me to help her. Even if I still can't fix everything.
even if i try
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry written by me and my friends. They are all of different styles because they were written by different people. I hope you find a few that you like!
