Real friends are supposed to be there for you.
Real friends should be able to care about you.
Real friends don't turn their back
when you need them most.
Real friends shouldn't be the only ones
that don't swim with you at the coast.
Real friends are supposed to make you happy.
Real friends should be able to lighten up your day even if they act crappy.
Real friends don't expose your secrets when you trusted them the most.
Real friends shouldn't be the ones
who'll try to ignore you as much as they can.
Those real friends of yours
are not your real friends
if all they ever do
is make fun of you;
if all they ever do
is make you feel miserable;
if all they ever do for you
was look away
when you needed them the most.
Some of those friends
aren't even my friends anymore
because they weren't the real friends
I was looking for.
But the new and the familiar
became my real friends.
Some of them may be really annoying,
but they are there for me;
they care about me;
they know to never turn their back
when I need them most;
they know if I was swimming alone,
they'd jump in with me at the coast;
they make me hella happy;
they lighten up my day
even if they act super crappy;
they don't expose me when I trusted them;
and they don't ignore me as much they can
when I need them most...
The new and the familiar
are my real friends-
or so I thought.
Some of them leave me.
Some of them ignore me-
and sometimes
Yeah one of them makes me feel miserable
I don't know if they really are my real friends,
or if I've just been deceived by their kindness.
I'm just overthinking it-
those mild inconsistencies
mean nothing,
because they are my real friends...
right?
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Love, Loss, and Life
Poetrya collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me...
