Sacrifice

You sat across from me on my bed yesterday,

looking straight into my eyes. 

We talked for hours

but it only felt like a minute.

You told me stories, 

the things he did to you.

The way he tricked you into thinking he loved you

but just used you to make out and god knows what else.

You said you're over him and my heart fluttered

but then you say you have someone new.

Not me. Someone else.

Does he talk to you like I do?

Is he astounded by your beauty and brain?

Does he know your struggles?

With food and touch?

Doe she understand your anxiety, your depression?

Can you talk to him and confide in him like you do me?

More importantly.

Does he make you laugh and smile?

Does he make you forget about the rough times?
Does he tell you how truly great you are?

Does he make you happy?

Like you do for me?

Because if he does, it's worth it.

It's worth the pain.

But only if you're happy.

Real happy. 

Reviews

[Ardra]

Always good to see you back.. :)
Ah the best friend role...and then ends up being not anywhere near to important other than the side kick kind of thing....
He does wish she sees him for what he is... isn't it :) nice one

[barleygirl]

I’m glad you still drop by the café every so often to share some of your excellent writing with us. I always smile to see you in my newsfeed. This is a perfect way to show instead of tell the story of the third wheel in a relationship. There’s always that one true friend that tries to be everything, but ends up getting nothing but a ringside seat to the never-ending disappointments. Your narrator is hoping for the best, but there’s an unwritten message here that he is not really expecting things to be any different for his beloved friend who never seems to expect everything she deserves from life. You really know how to paint a word picture that applies to some of the most searing life experiences (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie