What was it all for?
All the times you'd knock on my door.
All of these memories shared,
Yet my emotions were not spared
You say you have realized your mistake,
And yet you don't have any apology to make.
You talk about how this has affected you
Meanwhile my feeling are see through.
Maybe an apology is what I need,
But these thoughts are killing me like a weed.
I have tried to make other friends but those always seem to end.
It's a cycle I can't seem to break.
I think I make a friend but then other friends they make.
They always leave me in silence,
so eventually I just show them compliance.
Maybe an apology would help.
But it would not erase all the times you made me yelp.
For you have put me in this loop,
So now it is far down I swoop.
As I now make new friends,
You and I make amends.
But with no apology you speak,
It is these bitter feelings I shall keep.
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The cycle
PoetryIf you've ever lost a best friend you probably have gone through what I call the cycle. You think you've made a new friend just to realize they aren't looking for a friend like you are. So here is a poem about that.
