Monday, 20 May 2013

The Girl.

the girl that used to walk
into my house
like it was her own
and could take soda
from my fridge comfortably

was

the same girl who used to share
snacks with me
on a Friday night
as we sat together
in my room
and slept in her bed
while I slept on the floor

and she began to resent me

and then
she became a girl
I didn't recognize
and she didn't even wave
when I walked past her

I guess I was only
her friend until
someone better
showed up

I think I should stop post poem like this. It changed nothing. I should move on.

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