This poem is about a friend of mine, who went out with a girl in our class. Naturally, her friends and his (including myself) ended up becoming friends and,inevitably, now that they have broken up, things are getting a little confusing...
I had my doubts about the two of them, with their jigsaw hands that fit perfectly, Like her friends and his. Together, we built
A picture of a garden. But she did Not like his worship. He almost knelt And prayed towards her beauty. So she tramped
Along our garden,tearing every piece Asunder. He took it hard. Friends are now
Divided. Am I a vocal vulture Or just a casualty like him, that's chewed, Ridiculed, flesh removed to clean-white bones?
He had stuck with me. He was my first, my Truest friend who allowed me into his Group. But things are never just that simple:
I love one of her friends: a boy. His cute Cheekbones, sweet deodorant, fusilli hair Confuse me sexually. We hardly speak,
I cannot get rid of Him mentally. I am Romeo in the middle of this social war. A voice inside me says:
"I can't torment His Life, so walk away!" But this puzzle piece needs to fit and I still don’t know where (or if) I belong.
I can relate... When i was dating my ex she didn't have many friends my friends became her friends her best friends in fact, after we broke up she convinced them it was my fault and now all my friends are with her :P felt bad at that time but now it doesn't matter i know how to choose friends now.... very well written welcome to ffp