the sober one: a story
I sit there,
Witnessing my best childhood friend get drunk alongside her boyfriend,
I find it amusing, considering I only had two shots of rum.
But a few drinks later,
A round or three of truth circle.
A couple of arguments between the two,
Along with the compliment that I would be a good mother,
And standing in front of a fridge to stop liquor consumption.
I grew slightly uncomfortable.
It doesn't end there though.
A few moments later,
Puke in the shower,
A fully sober best friend at this point,
A lot of apologies from both her and her boyfriend.
I stayed by their sides,
Along with contemplating whether my best friend and I should go to the hospital for the concern of her boyfriend,
Cleaning my best friend's kitchen,
And getting my best friend's boyfriend water, a trash can, and a blanket.
They told me I was a good person.
Her boyfriend told me to never listen to those who tell me that I'm not,
He also said I shouldn't have endured so much, considering that I said I've been through a lot worse.
My best friend said she would make it up to me, along with making me breakfast in the morning.
And I, of course, said it was okay.
The fact they apologized, made up for everything.
Because I know, they truly fucking mean it.
So, despite it all,
The making of a strawberry cake,
The drunkenness.
Their stupidity.
The arguments,
The compliments,
Pissing in my best friend's yard,
And eating pasta at 3 AM in the morning,
I didn't mind it, I would actually do it all again.
Why?
Because, in the end, I'm the sober one.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
