Better Left Unsaid |✓

Memory

The pictures on the wall,
Staring back at me,
Recollecting all the old,
Memories

Rewinding to the times,
When all was just play,
We would run and laugh,
Those were the days

Tea parties with your power rangers,
Dressing up my dolls
On our plastic phones,
We'd pretend to take calls

Sitting on the swing set,
Going higher into the sky,
Looking at the birds,
In the horizon they fly

Playing hide and seek,
At the playground,
Having sand fights,
And destroying ant mounds

Running off together,
Before the sun sets,
Grabbing all our toys,
Before Mom would get upset

We were Zack and Cody,
With our mischievous little tricks,
Or Hallie and Annie,
With our strategies we'd affix

No one could tell,
Who was who,
Those were the best,
Switcheroos

As we grew older,
We talked about our love lives,
I'd help you talk to your crushes, 
And I'd fangirl about hot guys

You were the better half of me,
The one I could always depend,
We were always side by side, 
When I'd fight, you'd always defend

More than just my brother, 
You were my best friend
The copy of me who was always there,
That we were wizards we would always pretend

I was chocolate you were vanilla,
You were half my heart,
It's like we were one person,
And it broke me when we were apart

Slowly I was done with Barbies,
And you, your power rangers,
We were slowly drifting apart,
Soon we were strangers

You were Mr. Popular, 
With new friends by your side,
I was stuck with nobody,
In the shadows I would hide

But I never forgot those swing sets,
Flying higher up in the skies,
I'd resort to staying up there,
Than being in the midst of all the lies

You moved on from the tea parties, 
Watching movies on Friday nights,
Soon things changed faster than ever,
And nothing was ever right

I still played hide and seek, 
But no on was there to find me,
As I lurked in the dark, waiting for you,
You never showed up to set me free

We no longer talked in the pouring rain,
You were never there to listen,
Whenever I needed you the very most,
There was a piece missing

Looking back at the pictures on the wall, 
Tears pricking my eyes,
I still hoped for the day when things would go back to normal,
I didn't want to say goodbye.

~Via

This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine, cheeta15 and her story HIMophilia. Do check it out and maybe this poem would seem a slight bit different...... :)

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~Livi (yes, I know I have WAY too many nicknames😂)