Dear.......Somebody

This Poem is not an attack,

not like the attack you aimed at me,

I'm simply stating facts and facing feelings,

I'm sick of writing poems about you,

I've wasted so many good lines and so much time,

writing about you,

So this is the last poem I will write in ode to you,

I will not be inspired by the feelings anymore,

not good or more commonly bad,

tragedy creates poetry, but so can beauty,

And I will not let you're tragedy be my whole story,

So here' goes, one, two, three

dear agony, just kidding,

dear friend, yeah right,

dear kid, no more.....

dear Zoe,

that is your name, what a shame, you go by other names,

I can't start from the beginning,

I can't bring myself to tell that story here,

so instead I'll start on the day you said you'd learned to cut your sadness away,

you made it out as if on that day I didn't even sympathize,

rise up on your high horse, the empathy made me want to cut deep.

Or what about you're friend, we'll call her Annie?

The one who made you not want to eat? 

you said I didn't take you seriously,

You ever think I just didn't want to believe my friend was hurting?

I could say sorry that I didn't see it, but I'm sick of apologizing,

you're the one who made two years feel like an eternity for me,

I was there for you and I wanted to be, but where were you for me?

All those nights you would complain,

the night you cursed and swore,

said that's how you were raised though you never swore before,

excuses to make yourself feel better,

Excuse me for the brain clutter. 

What about the day you really told me?

About the true evil you were facing, 

I don't even know what to say,

I wanted to help you,

but every moment I tried you threw more of our friendship away,

Awful names come to mind, like the ones you called me,

"you're dead to me" that's what you said, but you'll never die to me.

Even when it was all over, you ended our friendship,

because of convenience,

You had to think of yourself, that's what you said...as if you weren't already.

it hurt me, but I had a job to do,

And it was the hardest thing I ever had to do,

then you came back to me, turned it around and said it was me...?

you even said you were sorry,

I said sorry too, but what was I apologizing for?

said you wanted to see my face,

said you needed space,

my head hurt from the whiplash, from tears,

I actually felt guilty because my family wasn't twisted,

that's how you made me feel.

It felt endless, the time I spent sad and lonely,

Not realizing for a long time 

that even when we were friends I felt lonely,

I sometimes wonder if the things you said were true,

If you never really cared for me, the way I cared for you.

This story had a beginning,

one that was walked over and forgotten,

This is not a sad story, 

There was a cruel twist in a story that could have gone differently,

happy endings are complacent,

but I will hold on to the many happy moments in the beginning. 

Reviews

[Just Kim]

WOW!! That last stanza says it all, deeply emotional write.

[Ghost writer]

Thank you, I hold this poem in a special place. I'm glad you liked it

[Nix is typing...]

I really liked this poem! Um, I'm gonna call you Max until I know your real name and I'm not going to call you weak because this poem is strong. Solid, most other poems, I would've given up like half-way through, but this one, this one is different, it's like telling a story. I've been in this situation before when someone you thought you knew changes before your very eyes. Tyfs your poetry, "Max"! 100/100