A Poem by Ocularfracture

A poem I once wrote for a friend.

I don't understand what you want here.
I wish that I knew what to do.
I hope that you notice this poem,
and realize it's written for you.
I'm tired of feeling abandoned;
of walking on eggshells each day...
of watching you leave all your old friends
of fearing I'll be them someday.
It hurts me to see you point fingers
and gripe about things people do,
then stand by and watch you pretending
that you are not doing them, too.
We once had a fabulous friendship
like nothing I've had in the past...
I wish you would tell me what happened
that made it go downhill so fast.
I do all I can to support you
and be all the things that you need,
But I can't help but feel it means nothing...
I'm punished for every good deed.
So now I'll just try to be stronger-
accept things for what they've become.
And if someday you realize my sorrow,
We can try things again from day one.

© 2012 Ocularfracture

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Added on June 25, 2012
Last Updated on June 25, 2012
Tags: frienship, worry, fright, longing



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