A Peom for my Dear Friend

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It was only last year,

We met in between class

We talked for a while,

You learned I had a lot sass.

I learned you were quiet,

Contrary to me,

Then I thought

What friends will we ever be?

Soon you started eating lunch

Away from your friends

And with us.

It was only last year,

That this had begun.

I decided it was time.

I opened up my heart to this special someone,

Because I don't do so

With just anyone.

You actually listened, you learned who I really was,

Then your side came out,

And showed me that your mind was all fuzzed

Perplexed and confused,

We both lead our lives

Making the same mistakes

Together as one.

It was only last year

When my life fell apart,

You listened, counseled,

And helped me find my part.

You seemed to have your life together,

Miss-Straight A student

But then I realized,

You really didn't.

For it was only last year,

That I realized who you were

You were my best friend,

And everyone would concur.

Both polar opposites,

Yet the exact same,

We would exchange glances and smirk

When we were thinking the same thing.

It was only last year

That we realized who we were

We became better people

Because we helped each other realize

Our pains,

Our flaws,

Our loves,

Our trusts.

It was okay to fail and cry and scream

In front of each other

We both knew what was really going on.

We both knew each others' sufferings

We both knew what to do.

It was only last year,

That I realized,

We were brought together by fate,

That we were lead to each other by God

That we weren't star crossed lovers,

But two girls

Who really care for each other.

It was only last year,

That we talked

About our futures

And how you'd be one of my bridesmaids

And I your maid of honor (hopefully).

We talked about school

How you want to go to Yale,

But I don't want you to

Because you'd be too far.

I could never live up to your standards,

To beat you in anything

was as rare as a polar bear sighting.

Even though we are different,

We're still on the same page.

Even though our lives are always changing,

Even though we might be separated one day,

for our (platonic) love for each other,

It will always remain the same.

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