Close Friends
I remember when they told me…
Letting go is the hardest part.
I remember my snort of ignorance.
I never would have brushed it off had I known what I do now.
And it hurts…
I’m waiting for you, just to say anything…
I’m reaching through my bars, tearing at the walls.
These stitches can’t keep everything in.
I keep replaying the words you said…
‘I’ll help you pick up the pieces’
Now it’s my turn to say something.
It’s always the one you let in so close,
It’s always the one you never wanted to see hurt.
It’s always the one you didn’t want to see fall,
Always the one you’d give your life for, just if it meant picking them back up.
It’s always those…that shatter those already crushed pieces…
Of what you use to be.
You just wanted to see me fall…
Somewhere I believe in myself,
Then I realize it was you who helped me reach that.
I never let things get to me…
Then why am I dying inside when you couldn’t even say goodbye?
If I would have known…God, if I had known,
I would have laughed at you when you said
I don’t want to hurt you
You mean a lot to me
Friends are family
Lies are meant to hurt or help,
I hate myself for being so oblivious…
Most of all,
I’m sorry for the way that I am.
-Kaitlin Platti.
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