Hey guys,
After tearing off the bandaid yesterday, I might as well tear off another one. Though, in fairness, this one’s healed up pretty good. In fact, the event inspiring this poem set off an eye-opening snowball effect.
Here goes:
Betrayed me the moment you had the chance to..
never to turn back to me….
Am I the only one looking back?
Need I forget the past?
How could it come this far…
was all just a lie…
All those years of friendship, trust, fun and love?
Do you ever look back and regret?
Or was it all just a was of time for you?….
All these years wasted…yet seems did not pass,
seem to still be the same, though both have changed so much.
Afraid it could break all in a moment, as so much in life does…
The time we had the things we did,
Do you remember the fun we had?
The things we went through, the scoldings from the teachers.
The punishments we had to endure..?
The running we had…the blood that was spilt …
The times ended too sudden, 10 years were lost…
Yet never a day passed I didn’t think of the past.
Think of the days we spent together…
All these years wasted…yet seems did not pass,
seem to still be the same, though both have changed so much.
Afraid it could break all in a moment, as so much in life does…
Can it be true…
Things just go through
Time passes
Leaves its marks
And yet.
This is one of the few where I couldn’t write after it happened but had to let a little time slip by. Last one was about friends. Now we’re a lot closer to home, literally. I have two cousins I did most everything with since were kids whenever we were together. Playing video games, sports, playing pranks, reading stories in phony accents, running off to the mall. You name it, and we did it.
To me, they were more like sisters. Well… fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…
Everything started to unravel because I refused to play … let’s call it matchmaker. After going off to university, the elder of the two took to calling me every day. Mind you; she was in a different country! She’d talk for something like two hours, every day asking me the same questions over and over and over. And no, it wasn’t about me or how I was doing. It was always about my – then – boyfriend and what we were doing. During one of set calls, she asked me to hop a plane during the upcoming holidays to help her get a boyfriend.
I declined and sited the following reasons:
- Me giving her a push would do nothing if she didn’t have the courage to do it herself
- It wasn’t exactly going to make a good impression on the guy if I sat there yapping away and she just fumbled.
- I wasn’t going to get in trouble with her parents if word got out I helped.
Next thing I know, I get ignored by everyone in the family. Turns out, little miss told everyone I was whoring around to cover her own ass.
Needless to say, there was no point in the black sheep trying to set the record straight.
