Another word flashes in my mind
Another slash in this heart of mine
They say all good things come to an end
They don't tell you that you have to lose a friend
They don't tell you that a part of your life would end.
It hurts so bad
There are not enough synonyms to sad
The sadness I feel ignites my anger
Now I argue out of desperation
The constant need of things you deem taboo
Like the idea that you have an attitude
Or that sometimes you don't have to be rude
and you say that no one deserves to know you
But do you know you?
I feel pain for saying that
But who other than me could tell you that?
I wrote you a letter in the form of poetry
Because the only people who think on this level is you and me
Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2018