These Times Try Us All - poems

"Best Friends"

1-25-15

Best friends, until the the end, we always said, and that had to be true, right?, at the end of every night, departing from another day of hanging out, the words came from our mouths, "Until the end, I promise to be your very best friend.", our friendship was like a cozy sweater, we'd always be together, in her room listening to music, and giving each other nail polish tattoos with toothpicks, gossiping about nothing in particular, we thought we'd go far, but all good things fade, they don't stay, we burned out after two years or so, and as far as things go, we both changed, and blamed, each other for becoming strange, growing up is hard to do, but its true, you don't come out the same, and petty things end bad, and its kind of sad, that ten years later your memory still haunts me, and sometimes won't let me breathe, because we weren't to end so badly, and sadly, I haven't had a single friend since you