Without Her

The way she hugs her friend, her guy friend,

her Best Friend,

is the way she used to hug me,

to hold me

Now, she won't even touch me

like i'm some kind of unclean thing

She says "hi", sure, she's not that mean

But now, i'm treated by her the way i was before we met;

She used to show me Compassion because no one else would

Now, it's just like it used to be,

before we met,

without her

She won't hug me or hold my hand,

or do so much as tap me on the shoulder

because i disgust her,

i make her feel "yicky"

i am a perverse, putrescent, feculent discard to her

that she doesn't want to touch, to associate with,

when her touch is what i crave,

what i long for...

for her to be next to me and hold my hand,

and tell me everything will be alright,

even if it won't be,

even if only to calm my heart

Author's Note

i don't know what type of genre this would go under, so i just put "spoken word" because i just wrote down how i felt exactly as it came to me

if anyone can help with a more specific genre, that would be appreciated

Reviews

[Brittany DeFranco]

Don't worry about it, she wasn't your friend to begin with if that's how she treats you now and you will find a true friend in the future. I am sure of this ^_^ Great write, I hope you write more

[that-little-green-monst..]

Goodness. Really great job. It's such a sad thing when your best friend doesn't like you anymore. Excellent job, really heartfelt!