bestfriend
singular. not plural.
we don't get along at times-
wait why am i starting with that line.
no, let me start again.
bestfriend, period.
long hair from her mother who gone astray,
not-so-pretty but undeniably beautiful-
hesitating and transparent orbs,
chubby talented hands that can draw with me,
thick plump lips that tremble at the feeling of words,
and cannot-be-explained-by-words personality.
ofcourse she knew i was daring and straight-forward,
i plan my future ahead, creating solutions for problems.
ofcourse i knew she was broken,
left with a jigsaw family that was the broken rubixcube in her supposed to be perfect life.
to be honest bestfriend, when i first saw you-
i knew you had something hidden under that nonchalant grip on your sliding mask.
let's cut the chase and i'll say i'd lie if i didn't think that you could be suicidal or depressed,
and at first i befriended you because of that- pity.
now was so much more, because i like you (no, not love).
at first, you probably thought the bff relationship was fake or atleast it was foreign to you-
i knew because you were afraid to call me your bestie.
why wouldn't you call me a bestie? we've been through secrets and serious-sharings, and slightly crazy adventures with smiles and teary-eyed laughs.
we've been through enough to earn that duo label, bff's.
now there's so many things to say to you, or to tell everyone in the world.
i wanted to tell them how you looked so strong when you cried infront of me,
how you felt so weak when you get angry-
how immature you are to still have that brick wall of pride and selfishness.
i wanted to tell everyone how you stick up with me-
and get excited when you and i did something new, or how you tell me i'm confusing
when you're a paradox as well.
i found you with all the songs we played,
with the tunes of our bellowing laughs,
with our weird dialouges and jokes,
with all the things you don't understand and can,
with the same taste in colors and things,
i knew you with the opacity of your heavy tears,
with your pained smile in braces,
with all the silly games and fights we play,
with our short comings and disagreed debates,
with your preference with pencil rather than charcoal,
with the way you don't know how to love fully,
with the way you're too afraid to be attached to something you knew was going away in the end,
with the way you would fight with me or be stubborn and not say sorry,
with the way you are afraid of the possibilities ending.
what i'm going to say to you is-
get reckless sometimes. don't skip a part of your life-
live it up and make plans on roadtrips even if you're 14,
try new things and look forward to future plans even if you're 15,
don't hesitate about anything when you're 16,
and just do what makes you happy what ever the price- it's life anyway whether you're 20 and forgetting me, or 50 and i'm still not gone.
your past should stay as your past- because thats why present and past are two different things.
don't worry about life- it's easy. you're born and you die-
but you know what the secret is?
in between those two, it's a journey that sums up everything in life. you'll just have to learn from it or let it be. easy.
