Wisdom

My Only True Best Friend

The person I call my best friend who never strayed from by my side,

Has now left me alone with nothing left to call my own inside.

The person who took my heart and did nothing by shred and tear,

And worst of all, she knew it, and she didn't even care.

She said things she'd sworn she'd never believe could be true,

She took my dignity and love and all the hatred in me too.

So now I'm left emotionless, though I can feel the tear streaks on my face,

And I know if any of you saw me like this you'd be thinking I was a disgrace.

But that's just it, you see...

Not a single one of you really knows me.

Not even you, my "best friend" can know the true depths of my soul,

The things that make me smile and cry, and truly make me feel whole.

Not because you can't, but because none of you have the courage to try,

Try and figure out what breaks me down and makes me cry.

You know how to make tears fall out of my eyes,

But not even my best friend can read the truths from my lies.

I can manipulate and lie and deceive with such ease,

Get away with just about any misdeed that I please.

But I don't, nor will I ever use those abilities to such use,

To harm someone else or cover abuse.

I have a heart that doesn't even beat correctly anymore,

Because of the times it was not repaired when it was tore.

But I don't care about my own heart, as it's obvious to see,

All I honestly care about, is the hearts breaking around me.

She says that I'm absorbed into my own self...

Which I assume is why I'd sit up, late into the night, listening to the way she felt.

I'd comfort her crying down till it was nothing but laughter filled with joy,

Especially when the crying was over a useless no good boy.

The love I felt in my heart for this girl, this woman,

Was more than I believe any other human being ever can.

And if there's one thing, I never want her to forget, is that she once loved me too,

And just for each other...anything we'd do.

I really meant it when I said "Best friend through it all",

But I guess it was too much to handle and now we have to fall...

But the building will never lose the base in our hearts,

And though no longer together, we both are missing a part.

Something given to each other without a single word said,

Although I bet she's reading this, while I'm sleeping in my bed.

Even though this poem, along with the fight has to come to an end,

I will always consider you to be my only true best friend...