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Jun 29
Does she hate me,
or just choose me because that’s fate.
Would she leave me for my other,
what am I thinking of course she would.
They all would.
Does she secretly judge me like I judge me,
or is our friendship only a lie because of our moms.

Sometimes I’m on a high,
she loves me, were close, and never want to say bye.
But then anxiety hits or maybe just real life.
We fight and she leaves me like I’m trash.
She chooses everyone over me, but always ends up with me.
What does it all mean?

Sometimes I’m glad we’re friends,
other times it just makes me cry.
She makes me insecure and want to dye,
but I also need her beside me all the times.

I guess we’re just toxic,
and maybe we hate each other.
Maybe we’re best friends.
I’ll probably never know,
and I’ll probably never leave her.
No matter how many times she leaves me.
Because what can I say I guess we’re friends.
Written by
Brooklyn  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Maybelater2 and Emirhan Nakaş
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