My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry

Thirteen

Four years ago

We were thiteen years old

You had your first boyfriend

I heard it first

Across the phonelines I listened.

We grew closer

And had so much in common

Not much longer

And you were kissed.

You were beautiful

And I was envious

I never could see

The beauty in me.

We were best friends

I called you all the time

I still remember

All of the smiles.

Then like we grew together

We slowly drifted apart

So far that I could hardly

See you anymore.

Soon enough I felt as if

I didn't know you anymore

I lost the desire

To walk inside your door.

You were still

That same little girl

And I was thinking

For myself.

We used to be like sisters

I often wonder what it was

That went between us

And pushed you away.

I remember that last phone call

We had that stupid fight

It was really awful

It may have been about Twilight.

Your mom always hated me

She thought I was bad

But she couldn't see

All the happiness we had.

My family called you strange

I couldn't care less

I loved you all the same

Cause you were my best friend.

And you meant the world to me...

I still wear

The last thing you gave me

Christmas of Two-Thousand Nine

A colorful mood ring.

Soon it ended

As all things do

I wrote you a letter

But you never responded

And you became

Another on my list

Of all my best friends

And all the relationships

In my life

That eventually end...

And I still remember

What it was like

Being your best friend

When the world was young

And we were thirteen

Four long years ago.

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I still remember you, Amy.