Friendship is a beautiful thing, right? But.. what about when it's not?
It's one of those relationships that can truly fuck you up for the rest of your life..
I hate how relatable it sounds.. the sheer number of people who
Have at some point in their life
Felt betrayed by a friend
Felt unappreciated by a friend
Felt like they gave too much of theirselves away for someone who they thought would do the same,
Only to never be able to feel whole again
How does one really fill that hole?
How do you stop yourself from booty dialing that one (ex) best friend at 3am when you're feeling down
Or just really need someone to talk to?
Do you stop watching that tv show they got you hooked on?
Or forget the lyrics to every song of the band you both loved and jammed to at every sleepover?
The matching tees
The way they take their coffee
The inside jokes
The darkest secrets
The first boy who broke her heart
The book she can never get enough of
To the first time you caught them lying
Your conversations got shorter
The hugs felt colder
I .. don't really know where I'm going with this..
But I'd just like to say I'm sorry for anyone who knows what I'm really trying to say.. y'all are precious and deserve the world!
P.S.
I know I might sound overly dramatic to some, so
Lemme just say I'm really happy for y'all.. happy that no one ever made you feel that way and I hope no one ever does!
Have a great day everyoneđź’–
Tag: #feels
Whatever it takes
I think and I think and I think
Nothing helps, no matter what I drink
Sticking out like a sore thumb, is it really that bad?
Being okay with it, why does it make them mad?
They try and try to blend you in, to get lost in the crowd
So when you realise you’re truly lost, does it make them proud?
The guilt it instills in you, the endless rounds of questioning yourselves,
Even the lost will to exist , to breathe , to stand up for ourselves,
But don’t let your ideas and efforts get abashed in the name of potential mistakes
Rip the pages of belittlement and let them sing of your triumphs, whatever it takes!
Red
The colour of love, the colour of roses
But also as a symbol of danger it poses
A sign of life in the form of blood
Is there even a soul who dislikes it in the world?
The queen of sultry from dresses to cherries
And glossy lips , wine and strawberries
It can empower a woman, taking a spot on her forehead
Or make her impure, confining her for days to her bed
A control freak by nature, loves to be in charge all the time
It sets boundaries for even the rainbows that shine
Who else could dare stop vehicles on busy streets
Or make women too ominous for even God to greet !