Missing A Friend
I'm hurt, I'm confuse
My heart has been bruised
I've forgiven
And I'm still living
Without him
He's the only boy I've ever wanted like this
When we split, there was a wide distance
Now, at this point in time
I want a new friendship
He expressed to me through crying
Why he's second guessing it
To use the death of a friend as a comeback
Is just disrespectful
When in all actuality and out of love
I'm trying to be helpful
When I started to back off
The brother thought I should stay close
Even during conversation with him, what to speak on I don't know
Some say, I'm who he needs to comfort him the most
But it doesn't feel that way at all
Most times, there's no answer when I call
No convo when I text
Instead of needin me more, he needs me less
Than he ever has in his lifetime
Most nights I lay crying
To think that our friendship could never be amended
That it may have finally ended
And I just pretend
Like I'm okay without him
But I wouldn't be
I constantly think, pray and worry about him
Will he or we, ever be the same again
All these questions I'm wondering
Because
I'm constantly missing
My first important friend
My heart has been bruised
I've forgiven
And I'm still living
Without him
He's the only boy I've ever wanted like this
When we split, there was a wide distance
Now, at this point in time
I want a new friendship
He expressed to me through crying
Why he's second guessing it
To use the death of a friend as a comeback
Is just disrespectful
When in all actuality and out of love
I'm trying to be helpful
When I started to back off
The brother thought I should stay close
Even during conversation with him, what to speak on I don't know
Some say, I'm who he needs to comfort him the most
But it doesn't feel that way at all
Most times, there's no answer when I call
No convo when I text
Instead of needin me more, he needs me less
Than he ever has in his lifetime
Most nights I lay crying
To think that our friendship could never be amended
That it may have finally ended
And I just pretend
Like I'm okay without him
But I wouldn't be
I constantly think, pray and worry about him
Will he or we, ever be the same again
All these questions I'm wondering
Because
I'm constantly missing
My first important friend
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