You used to be the one to put a smile on my face,
Hold my hand and give me comfort on my worst days
But now the streets we used to walk down don’t feel the same
And the taste of your lips lingers painfully in my brain.
You’re moving on, and I guess that’s okay
Except for when you left me alone and pushed me away
I have to come to terms with the way you treated me
Guess four years of friendship was simply not meant to be.
I’ll never forget when you kissed me on that bench
Or how you pulled me in and never let go
Except from you did, and I guess that’s okay
I probably shouldn’t mention the night in that alleyway
So here I’ll reside, with my conflicted thoughts
Pretending you don’t exist so it makes it easier.
Except when your name is called, I’m instantly nauseous
Like a tainted memory, to be ever so cautious
To never make friends with a green-eyed sorcerer.
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Author:
Daisie-Lyn Fuller (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2023 05:16
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
A new sorcerer awaits you on the path but this one will have blue eyes...
Well at least then I can compare them to the ocean...
I agree with darkfragrance, someone new, better will be there on a different path. This speaks clearly of the pain in the separation. Keep writing, it helps.
I lost my friend recently so I did in fact write this in my desperation instead of messaging them - I love writing and I'm glad you saw my hidden message!
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