So this is quite out of the ordinary for me. Normally I post poetry and short stories, and this is more of a surveyish type of thing.
Probably I haven’t posted much, if at all about it, but I’m a huge fan of Harry Potter. I was skimming through bits of…
We stopped being friends two days ago
And now I’m gone
Not physically: geographically, I live in the same zip code
But mentally, I’m a million miles away
I’ve already managed to move on
I have a good friend who I consider to be my best friend once again
Were we ever actually friends?
Sometimes I wondered
When you and the others excluded me from things and told me I wasn’t supposed
To know something
Was it just convenient for us to be friends?
Jammed together by default
Clumped together in a group because…
You cut off our friendship
In the most painless way possible
Online, during a chat on facebook.
Technology: emotionless, non-human, robotic.
The course of our friendship wasn’t always good.
I was left out of things, uninvited
Sometimes you and the others would…
I learnt a few things from being friends with you.
I learnt that I want my friends to be supportive and caring
It doesn’t seem like much, but I remember when I told you I got into university
You barely sounded interested, as if the news that I had got what…
We’ve argued before
Fallen out over the smallest things
This time wasn’t much different
Except now it is different.
I don’t want for us to be friends again
My guess is this will go as it did last time we fell out
In a few weeks, you might try to reach out…
Called me your best friend
I thought of you as a sister
Now that’s gone.
I said you were my best friend
We planned to spend time together
Even as we made the plans I wondered if they’d happen
Remembering the times we made plans that didn’t happen
You have no right
To go giving out my contact details
As you please.
You have no right to try to make me
Give up what I want
Just so you’ll be happy.
You have no right to make me feel
Like I have to kowtow to you.
No right to make me feel
That what I want…
Being mature is knowing what you want
How to get what it is that you want.
And who you are.
Being mature is knowing not to hound someone about something
Until they don’t want anything to do with you.
When you want something but don’t get it
don’t throw a…
I hate the way
You try to act like nothing was wrong
I hate how you
Just call one day and ask
Can we be friends again?
Its not that simple.
I hate how you think an apology
Is so unimportant that it can be dealt to
A text message.