Dear best friend

A letter to an unknowingly loved person

Dear best friend.
I cannot write you a letter, as the thought of my words being printed and sent forever terrifies me more,
Then the thought of them later being lost among your everyday.
But my mouth can’t form the words,
So my fingers will write something similar.
Not that any of this will ever matter,
Because you aren’t my best friend.
But all other descriptions don’t fit you.
Not the way some had potential to.
Your official tag taped to your chest will always be ‘best friend’,
The tunes played by the piano at my funeral will prove as much.
But not the words in my grave.
Down there they will be spoken in their true form.
But life isn’t rooftops, hidden kisses and back-breaking dances,
It is diapers, making time, and holding back.
It’s listening to songs, realizing you’re as far away from their meaning, as you are from the person who wrote the tones.
You tell me you love me, but not in the way I think, even though I keep thinking it is.
That the one behind it all is you.
While I was walking on bleeding glass on the brick of shattering,
You danced your way, on the carpet of your lover, soft and safe away from getting hurt by the same thing that hurt me.
And the real question is, can it be a crime if it is committed, in the dark?
Is it one, when the criminal never gets to see the crime scene, and the glass?
I was Cinderella’s sisters, trying to adapt to the fantasy, by cutting pieces of myself,
While you wore the shoe perfectly, getting it handed to you, by your Charming.
But I am not hurt.
I can listen to the songs we danced to, and not cry.
Because you are my best friend.

Reviews

[Vin]

and the flip side of love is also there. People like you captures it through words.
Sending love all way.

[Emmjosef]

That was the point of it, to show the process of this love.
And thank you!

[John the Baptist]

There is a lot of bitterness and blame in this one. That in itself is not unusual, but we are told the letter is to an unknowingly loved person. Evidently this is from one who loved from afar and is now oddly angry that the love was not reciprocated. Of course, I could be reading it wrongly.

[Emmjosef]

You are not entirely wrong, it did hold a lot of sad bitterness regarding the feelings being felt then. But angry would be wrong, as hurt would be more accurate.
But an interesting view on it, one I haven’t realized was there, so thank you