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How The Story Ends
I thought you were a friend
but you were like the rest in the end
we made a bet, one I thought made in fun
but as time went by and I refused, things were said and now our friendships done
my heart feels like it has been cut
I'd say I hate but...
we used to talk for hours you liked talking to me and I liked talking to you
I used to think you were my friend, but that way of thinking is through
once we were friends
but now we're not, so this is how our story shall end...
but you were like the rest in the end
we made a bet, one I thought made in fun
but as time went by and I refused, things were said and now our friendships done
my heart feels like it has been cut
I'd say I hate but...
we used to talk for hours you liked talking to me and I liked talking to you
I used to think you were my friend, but that way of thinking is through
once we were friends
but now we're not, so this is how our story shall end...
Published 5th Jan 2013
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5th Jan 2013 7:29pm
5th Jan 2013 7:45pm
wasn't like he mattered much anyway. but it hurt enough to be worthy to write about
I can understand well, the feelings you express in this poem! I've had a lot of friends like this and some loved ones too who turned out to be false.
Even some of my own family, have driven me nigh unto hating them from various abuses I suffered at their hands. Some still despise me, and rather than hate them I pity them for choosing hatred of me, and prejudice against me, rather than love and understanding... and therefore peace. Some conflicts can be unavoidable and others are best forgotten... but the feelings they evoke in us, sometimes we must vent them lest we go mad!
And there is no better way to vent, than to pen poetry to match one's mood. It can exorcise inner demons, aid in healing to get over things, and give others an insight into one's innermost self.
I hope you find truer, better friends who will see the beauty within you that your poetry shows.
Even some of my own family, have driven me nigh unto hating them from various abuses I suffered at their hands. Some still despise me, and rather than hate them I pity them for choosing hatred of me, and prejudice against me, rather than love and understanding... and therefore peace. Some conflicts can be unavoidable and others are best forgotten... but the feelings they evoke in us, sometimes we must vent them lest we go mad!
And there is no better way to vent, than to pen poetry to match one's mood. It can exorcise inner demons, aid in healing to get over things, and give others an insight into one's innermost self.
I hope you find truer, better friends who will see the beauty within you that your poetry shows.
8th Jan 2013 4:28am
