Best Friend

What I’m afraid to say,
is my love that will never have its way.
Do you see these four walls?
They’re closing in on us.

I was there with you on the bus;
I was there for you every step of the way.
But then it happened in May.
You kissed her, I wished it was me.

You see me as a little sister,
I look away when you kiss her.
The pain inside is over running.
Oh damn, she is cunning.

She knew the love I felt for you,
our friendship is askew.
We hardly ever speak;
she stole you from my peak.

This life is my hell;
I wish the shadows would dwell.
Rain turns into hail.
This is a sign that I will fail.

I see you in the hall,
you look broken and sad.
You saw me and you felt bad.
I was a shell of the girl you saw before.

The makeup was gone,
back to where it came from.
My eyes had bags from sleepless nights.
My skin a sickly pale white,

I always forgot to take my pill,
So I fell quite ill.
Time was fleeting,
because you were speaking.

“Are you alright, Brooke?” you asked.
I ignored you and walked from our past.
No I wasn’t alright, or even okay.
Should love really feel this way?

You called out my name,
and it began to rain.
My tears were flowing,
the wind was blowing.

Push me to the ground,
and kick me with a boot.
I won’t feel it but that point is moot.
You didn’t run or follow,
trust me, that left me hollow.

Remember when were young;
always able to have fun?
Now there’s a fire starting in my heart.
You picked up a dagger and threw it like a dart.

We could of had it all,
But now we watch it fall.
You had once told me I was your book.
You book that couldn’t quite cook;

Why do these doors close?
Just as our very hearts froze.