uhh random poem i wrote
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I’ve never been someones '‘best friend’
or even a favorite person
or the first person someone goes to
when something happens
i’ve never had the chance to be those for someone
I know people have been that for me
But they never stay
Its not like we get into a fight,
But rather we go our own ways
Like we grew apart
But why did it have to end that way?
Is it because i act like i dont care?
Or am i annoying?
Or just embarrassing to be around?
Im never the one to end things
I will always want you to stay
But i must accept it,
I will never be someones ‘‘best friend’’guelp this was so ass </3
