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Friends are Friends Forever...Until Forever is Over

 I have a friend as beautiful as sunset and as sweet as the cake I ate last night

I met her on those dirty stairs, between the 2nd and 3rd flight

We chatted ever-so-casually, me being my usual weird self

We talked and walked  to the kitchen as I grabbed scissors off the shelf


Flashforward a couple of months, we're laughing until we cry

Back when we used to watch scary movies in the middle of the night

She had such a hysterical laugh, sounding like a whistling teapot

We laughed, cried, and laughed again, and taught each other a lot


Flashforward another couple of months, I have a new boyfriend

She's acting a bit weird and jealous, feeling our friendship would end

We start to fight, she starts to judge him, and soon we laugh less and less

Between the passive-aggressive comments and the tears, this was a mess


Flashforward to Valentine's Day, I come to her in an upset state and a hurt heart

My boyfriend didn't get me anything, so she tears his character apart

I regret going to her, expressing simply my heart and nothing else

But she took his mistake and packaged it nicely, putting it on her shelf


The fighting became constant, but laughter was still present

It was simply over-shadowed by deep hurts and resentment

She didn't like him, but I loved him, so what were we to do?

For her, maybe the best thing was meeting Peach, finding someone new


Peach was pretty and popular and seemingly a good friend

Soon, she filled all my friend's time; I felt us start to slip

Monday dinner was cancelled, then Tuesday, and on and on

Maybe I wasn't enough for her; it'd be better if I were gone


Flashforward to the night she called me shaking and crying

Saying she had fought with Peach and Peach left her, so I went flying

I went to her, heard her hurt, and stayed with her the night

I told her "cut her out; cut this out!" and I thought she might


In the months that followed, I watched my friend disappear

Into the fog of no one's fault; did she even want me here?

She welcomed Peach in again and soon my heart began to break

So I distanced myself from her, fighting tooth and nail and ache


Flashforward a few more months, we have seemingly reunited

Having her back in my life had me feeling excited

Peach was still in the picture, but I chose to disregard that

Instead I focused on loving my friend, giving all I felt I had


We reunited, but something felt different; nothing was the same

I was married and she wasn't; I wasn't even the same

I stuck with her, even after she and Peach fought again

Finally, I thought, this toxic relationship would end


And it did; she and Peach are no longer friends

Still, it feels like our own friendship has met its end

I realized this in Bryant Park; we went for my birthday

It was awkward and uncomfortable, but I went anyway


I knew when she gave me a spa set that we would never be as close

She knows I'm not into that self-care stuff; sadness in me arose

Then it was clear to me during that awkward silence caused by me

I'll never be anything or everything that she wants me to be


We were best friends, telling each other the darkest things

That felt like forever ago and now we share nothing

What do you feel when you've born your soul with a now stranger?

We were supposed to be best friends forever and forever is over 





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