Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A "friend" uses friends to accomplish a means to an end.
When you cry,
a "friend" callously brushes it aside and yet expects you to sympathize when things aren't going right with them.
You call that “friend”,but she won't answer, yet when she calls, she expect to you to pick up
the phone on the first ring.
Where is she when you need help? well, she is busy doing her own thing
Until it’s time to call you to her side. “am i not right?”
Still, through it all WE have remained her friend. Gosh, when will it end?
Hands stretched out expecting, always with a friendly, cajoling smile
On her face.
Yet, when you look at her, there is no trace of the deceit inside,
and the uncaring attitude she hide. “good acter kaliaaa ;p”
The facade she erected, the smiling eyes, the caring words, oh my,
it is just a frace.
WE have always been there for her, but where was she
in OUR darkest hour?
Scarce a trace.
The little sacrifices, the words of encouragement you give, are
overlooked, when it’s all about her.
Gifts that were given, long forgotten, like dust brushed under a rug.
Hurt and anger builds up.
What else would you expect. A change for the better,
is that too much to ask?
But now you are faced with an insurmountable task of living your life with
one less friend. :'D
If you’re reading this, its for you. Yes you! let this be the first and last poem i write, to my dearly beloved EX bestfriend. :'D peace
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