Death of a Friendship
II’m tiptoeing
around someone
I should be hugging
Eggshells crack
and little chicks appear
signifying a new birth
But karma
and life cycles can’t explain
how I've hidden
under layers of pain
My skin is thick
and yet it cracks
My head hurts
from all my heart
has been dealing with
My eyes hurt,
the little muscles
that are typing this out
are hurting
And I'm ready to give up
I'm ready to say
I can make do
without you
I know this isn't true
How dependant of me
not to be able to let you go
II
The death of a friendship
looks a lot like a funeral
you aren't allowed to attend
There isn't an obituary
Or a physical body to bury
Or a place you could come
to lay down flowers every year
on the anniversary of
the long break-up text
There are tears
that have been shed
in silence
cos even the death of a pet
earns you bereavement leave
but not this
III
I'm allowed to hurt right?
To cry snotty tears
and hug my teddy bear
and pretend to be a lost kid for a minute
Can't I allow myself that freedom?
Can't you pat me on my back and say ‘there, there’?
Can't you pamper me with a free dinner?
Tomorrow I'll tie my hair in a bun
and get to digging
Tonight I will cry
kick up a fuss
and throw a bloody tantrum
cos you!
you’ve known me since I was a teenager
and you!
you've chosen not to grow old with me.
Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2024-02-08 at 03:14
Tags Death  Grief  Friendship 
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