I wrote this poem recently, or this is rather a poetic text. It doesn´t rime and it´s free of any poetic rule. Just letting thoughts out to try to let wounds heal.
It´s very personal. I´m not going to go on for long here. I think it speaks for itself. Hopefully you can´t relate. If you do, let your sorrow out in the comments below. I have an open ear.
If it was magical, please do everything you can to work it out. Don´t let something beautiful slip away. Talk, talk, talk it out. It´s the communication that lacks in these situations. That´s what lacked here.
What is friendship to you?
Is it a one year relationship to you,
like a one year subscription
without a lasting guarantee,
without an extension?
What does “Best Friends Forever” mean to you?
being there for one year,
for me,
for us,
then slowly letting everything go,
pretending you care,
letting that mask slip,
to the point you can´t look me in the eye anymore?
What have I done wrong?
The laughs, the letters,
the good time,
was it even real?
I called, I talked to you.
I wrote, I was true,
wasn´t I?
What else was there to do?
Tell me, what should I have done?
Do you know how it hurts to be treated like air,
how it hurts to be ignored with such a passion.
Tell me, was I naive?
Did you know from the start?
Did I believe in everything blindly?
You know, you were not the first one to hurt me,
I trusted you, somehow,
in someway.
Was I naive?
I´m happy for you,
that you´re happy,
with other people now.
I can´t laugh about the same things,
you laugh about now,
they are so different from what we used to laugh at.
You are so different from who
you used to be.
I am different.
I know.
That doesn´t mean we can´t work it out.
What have I ever been to you?
Just a one year subscription
without a lasting guarantee?
Tell me, please,
so I can release,
the sorrow,
this time brings me.
Sunshine In Wanderland 
You’re speaking from my heart here… Some of my friendships have puzzled me lately. If you have friends that cannot be honest or don’t respect you, maybe it’s a blessing that they move on… All the best
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I´m sorry.
It is. It hurts a lot, but when the tears are shed one can move on better. You are right. Thank you for your kind words. (and sorry for my late answer…)
XOXO
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Hi Little Sunshine – I am so sorry to hear about your loss of friendship. I think there are many of us who can relate to the hurt of watching a close friend walk away (myself included)! And this poem reminds me of another you may be familiar with (Psalm 55):
My heart shudders within me; terrors of death sweep over me.
Fear and trembling grip me; horror has overwhelmed me.
Now it is not an enemy who insults me – otherwise I could bear it;
It is not a foe who rises up against me – otherwise I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man who is my peer, my companion and good friend!
We used to have close fellowship; we walked with the crowd into the house of God.
My friend acts violently against those at peace with him; he violates his covenant.
His buttery words are smooth, but war is in his heart.
His words are softer than oil, but they are drawn swords.
Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you;
He will never allow the righteous to be shaken. ❤
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Hi Aurora,
thank you so much for your very long comment. It really felt good to know, I´m not alone. Although I´m very sorry for your loss. I know it hurts.
I didn´t know that poem, but it really spoke to me. A lot of truth in there. It´s definitely the friends whom insults hurt the most, by far. A person I don´t think highly of can´t really hurt me with whatever they say (or don´t say), but a friend is someone close to the heart and those wounds and scars last.
His words are softer than oil, but they are drawn swords. Wow. That is so powerful and sadly so true. Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I really apprechiate you taking the time. It is so sweet of you. I´m definitely writing this down and sticking it somewhere. Happy weekend to you, my dear! XOXO
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