Best Friend

Best Friend

A Poem by MeghanMillie

He was my best friend
No 
He is my best friend
He's still here
Even though the air around me has thickened
And the shadows creep up my arms into my weak veins 
He is my best friend
People use gay like a bad thing
Like loving someone is an insult
But when you don't put yourself under the category of loving another that way
You feel like something is wrong with you
Like the way you look at her is invisible to all around you
He is my best friend
You know those weird bush half pine trees that grow in cemeteries
He said they only grow there because they thrive on sadness
If they thrive on sadness then why don't they grow on me
He is my best friend
I remember we laid on the hill
The moon shone and his smile shined right back
The stars seemed like dim fireflies compared to his heart
Baby 1923 Grasky
I visit my best friend often
Lovely 1890
He sits to the east
Johanna Mother and friend
He is my best friend
He made me feel like tigers and stripes lived in the forest instead of my skin
I'll never forget when you kissed my palm and said you'd always be here
Where are you?
You're my best friend
I've forgotten what stone you're made of
He IS my best friend
Why does no one place flowers at the base of the stone they put you under?
He is my best friend

© 2017 MeghanMillie


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