I don't understand friendships
I don’t understand friendship.
Why do people who play as your friends all through your childhood
then turn around and hurt you.
Then turn back around like nothing’s ever happened, and play nice.
It’s happen too many times that I now know who’s not my friend.
Even if it was just about me sitting next to them, or her inviting me to a party.
All they do is turn right around, cause they suddenly doesn’t have room to sit anymore.
And she thinks I’m crazy.
Childhood friend, 5 days apart, best friends forever.
Been friends since birth…
We were the tomboys together, resisting the girl inside us.
The years start flying past us as we grow, me to be more of a tomboy with the brothers
And her with the prissy girls, making fun of the girls like me.
We’re both 14… I call her up to hangout thinking we’re still best friends.
She’s too busy to hangout ‘cause she’s going out with her friends.
Slowly we stop talking to each other.
Did I say 5 days apart… my bad I meant 5 thousand years apart.
We see each other at church camp and we’re put in the same group.
Normally I’d be thrilled, but I knew that she’s not the same friend I knew.
In the day she’s the prissy girl, but by night… she’s the know-it-all for all sexual knowledge.
She’s done it more than once… but I’m just now hearing about it? Why?
What happened to my best friend?
Where did she go?
Who’s my friend now?
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
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