Friend.
"Noun. a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations."
"synonyms: companion, [classmate, soul mate]..."
I never knew what one could be. Though you weren't the first who taught me how to care but you were the first to show me how to mean it.
This is for you friend. She looks at me with innocence expecting it in return, but still with my devilish aura you are compelled to still be my friend.
Why?
I am the short end of the stick but every game you play, you want me by your side. I could do my worst, and you would still call me your burden.
Do I need you? Do you need me? Do we need each other?
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When we were younger, our best friend was the potential to be a good person. We knew only what came and like the a mirage, we were the desert that never received the much needed water. We do not need each other, it was to be expected to be our souls journey to have each other.
I believe that our souls have more than one soul mate. There are people in your life that you are supposed to meet, there are people in your life that you are supposed to have forever with. Souls are the intangible part of us that shows that we are more than our physicality. So why limit how many souls we can connect with to the limitless ideas of possibilities?
This is for you friend. You look at me when you sing and I feel the stolen youth pour out of out of pitch notes that you sing. I watch you like I watch the stars. You know that your singing isn't well but you act like there is an audience looking up at you with glimmer in their eyes adoring you. You are the star that must be seen, at least you shine like you are. You sing to me as if you are drunk at karaoke night, screaming words that will never be understood but sing them with streak of passion passed down from your naiveness of the world. And I am the willing receiving end that bathes in what feels like good times and living at that moment.
This is for you family. Maybe because our skin is the same or maybe because our zodiac signs are compatible but you are family. We argue like young siblings fighting over the toy of unimportance but to us, that toy means the world. But we are stubborn because we know that our hands have room for only so little, just enough room to carry the weight of the world but we want to catch every corner of the universe just to say "Oh I did that.". When you said you cared about me, I took a minute and allowed myself to feel content in her wanting me to be in her life.
She said she only cares about 2 types of things,
1. People who take the time to understand. She appears to be a what looks like gloomy cave but those people who see inside the cave discover a gold mine of infinite amount of laughs and good endings.
And 2. Lessons to be taught or learned. She is at the forefront of war. She charges battle with an army of lessons taught and fight the so-called "world". She is the self-imposed protector of guidance, and without hesitation, she always have the right words.
This is for you C. This is for the long nights you stayed up just to keep me company. This is for the journeys that I forced you to go on but in the end, you always smiled. This is for the times where you sit me down and explain to me how to be a person.
Thank you.
You taught me how to feel alive again. You put the mirror in front of my face and forced my hesitance to focus on that mirror. You said, you are you, not perfect or imperfect but you. Thank you.
I know now that I need you. You teach me the good but never forget the bad.
But I also know that you need me. You live through me because you know I will fly into any problem and take the opportunities to feel what reward and risk is like. I am the life you wanted but this life wouldn't be mine if it wasn't for you.
So Thank You, C.
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Poetrya small, growing collection of poem-like writings that are learned lessons or lessons to be taught.
