Come and go

I had a best friend. I thought it was true friendship. She came and we were the best of friends. She got a boyfriend and replaced me. I let her. She walked all over me and used me. I let her. I never saw the pain she put me through until I broke it off. She was my best friend who is now a stranger. I tried to be her, loved, pretty, happy. I never fit the mold. I told myself it was all my fault until I realized that it wasn't. I had a best friend who came and went.
I hope she's happy with her new friends, and her boyfriend. She deserves it. Now there is a slot open for a new friend. Anyone?

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