Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry section ❯ Remember When...? ( Chapter 26 )

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She'll never read this, but this is to my best friend Natasha, who knows me better than anyone ever will. We've been extremely good friends since KG, but best friends since 1st. I love her a lot but I had to write this.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 01.25.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed

Remember When...?

Not too long ago
A fight we yelled

Nothing to keep us apart

Nothing to hold in our words
I told you we shouldn't try

We were too close

Yet still you persist

And try to break me

So I won't stand up again

And be right for the millionth time

I know you too well

And for that, you screamed

'Why do you do this to me?'

And I hold only a clueless mind

'If you don't want to be friends
I'll completely understand'

That when it all sailed down

You cried and asked me

'Am I heartless?

Like she told me you said?'

I never said such a thing

You were the only one

I told a soul about pointless stuff

'No, not to me'

Then you shouted

'Well, I believe I am'

It continued on

Curses and screams

Shouting out

Private conversations

Never meant to be

Finally, I had enough

Told you

'Shut the hell up

If you don't want to mope
And feel sorry for yourself

Listen to what you say

Do you hear the pity in your voice

You call yourself heartless

Understand

If I don't want to be friends

Isn't that a sign

Of low self-esteem

And pity

And sorrow for yourself?'

Don't lie to me

Expect me to believe every word

I know who you are

Deep inside, in your heart

You know me

Just as well

Each and every thought

Might as well be yours

We grin
To each other

In the corner of our eyes

And more often

Than not

We're mistaken

As twins

We speak as one

So, now, what have we

Suddenly

Turned into

Bitter enemies

Torn apart by the new schools

And other friends

Over the phone we argue

And make plans

For the next visit

But every time

It's stories

Books

Art

Not 'How was your day?'

Or 'My day sucked - got detention'

Anything like that?

Anything new, perhaps the way

You met someone new

Or have you had another dream

Where all you do

Was walk down a hall

And look out the window

Seeing memories past

Have you experienced

Your first heart break

Your first date

Is There

Nothing new, except what you

Want me to hear

Can you still say

'I really wish you were with me'

Or has that promise

Been laid

To rest