The Best of Them

arrière-pensée

What makes best friends,

best friends?

There was a time

when I called 

anyone

my best friend. 

It was because 

I liked them. 

But,

I was stupid

naive.

I gave trust so easily.

I didn't know them 

not well enough.

But I called them 

my best friends. 

And believed so. 

Until 

the truths unfold.

Slapping me on the face

knocking me to the ground

messed up my feelings and thoughts.

The feeling

'like' 

wasn't mutual. 

It was one-sided.

I wished I knew earlier

before I made a fool

out of myself, because of myself.

'BFFs'? 

That is no longer a simple word.

That is no longer a term for everyone. 

Anyone.

I didn't let time 

shape the relationship.

I jumped to conclusions.

It was stupid

silly.

I wouldn't have known

what I know now

if I haven't 

learned it the hard way.

I thank God

for those miserable times.

They taught me

what it meant 

when you call someone 

your 'BFF'.

 I thought about it

and I realized

it's not that easy 

being a best friend. 

It needs time

time to shape the relationship.

Time to get to know each other.

Their flaws

strengths

hardships

feelings

and ways.

There must be 

understanding.

Loving them

for who they are.

Also

being there 

till the end of time. 

Not leaving

but staying.

That's what best friends do.

That's what best friends are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chocomonkey
Chapter 10 is very different from the rest. It's not romantic or sad. I'm actually relieved I can write a poem like this other than romance ones. Pheww.

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starrfire96
#1
Chapter 6: Don't do anything drastic please! (if the poem is about you) I'm sorry if it sounds annoying but really, FIGHTING!!!!! YOU CAN GET THROUGH IT!!!! IT'LL PASS!! EVERYTHING HAS AN END!
starrfire96
#2
I liked all of these poems. I may look like a stalker right now because I've commented on three of your stories. But honestly, I think they're very good.