It is spelled A-Y-A-M-E don't forget the apostrophe
Best Friends For Life but we ended too soon
Best Friends For Life supposed to be for eternity
Ending in our own tragedy
My earliest memory of us fighting to become true once more
Hi my name is Ayame' Hi my name is Olivia Ten words in total
Four years of best-friendship
Ayame' show me you care for me once more
Wipe the tears off my face and sob with me once more
Let's play on the cut-down trees with our Baby Alives once more
No peep of this to anyone coming from my mouth
The one who needs to hear this is Ayame' We were once Best Friends For Life
But Life went on
Leaving us no more than Instagram Friends
Whose two texts a year take place on each birthday.
Lowercase set texts spell out i-m-i-s-s-y-o-u
With my texts I try to keep my feelings subtle
Seen by you
A choice to no response towards me
Do you not miss me anymore
Was your heart for me not durable enough
After what he did to you
My heart for you never lacks the feelings of
Sorrow Regret
Love
Grief
All four feelings fluctuate depending on which memory falls into my cerebrum
A memory of the last time we slept in my room
The first time I saw you cry
Who knew this was the start of the end of our best-friendship
I take a deep breath ready to show my dad your texts about what happened last night
Fondling with my tears and dropping them out of my eyes
I can't believe he would do that to you
His lack of care
Left me with a lack of the bestes of best friends
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Author:
olivia rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My childhood BFFL who was touched by my brother as we slept in my room, and after this our relationship was never the same.I vividly remember my papa and my cousins flying down from California around this time, the day my brother, my dad, my mom, my BFFL ayame’ , her mom, and her uncle (who was a police officer) all sat down to have a talk at my house. My papa took me and my cousins to a thrift shop and to get pizza, the whole day all i could think about was how my brother could do this, how ayame’ was feeling, and what punishment my brother was going to face. I was a hurt ass 10 year old who started finding way to cope, such as watching porn. I miss her every day. I’ll never forget you ayame’.
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Comments1
Painful story but that’s for sharing.
Very very sad and I’m sorry for your loss.
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