You call me and ask me if I have a boyfriend, but you don't bother asking about the rest of my life.
Every time we talk my heart goes back to question if you are truly my best friend.
Best friends don't tell you that they hate you on "accident" or talk shit behind your back
But you do comfort me to my strongest needs
Best friends? I ask myself everyday
Friends? Is that what we have come to.
From sisters, to best friends to friends, or are we now nothing,
Just a fantasy of a relationship that was destined to be wrong.
Yeah maybe that's it.
That's what it has come to......
YOU ARE READING
Unspeakable
Non-FictionThe random little thoughts that pop into my head. The ones I can't exactly say out loud, but can write down.
