What Happens To Best Friends Poem by chantel weston

i sad in the hall
kids passing me by
waiting for you to come
for our talk to begain.
as i wait i read the note book
thats just between you and me.
the first line makes my heart stop
and each line after rips a small piece out of me.

'im done.im out. sick of the disrespect. you dont care. im done im out peace.'
thoose were your last words to me.
out of the blue
my daddy said that he tried to warn me
explaind what he saw
that i should have seen to
the true colors were shown
the dance and been tangoed
but i still didnt see that
you wanted to dance with who ever
gave what you wanted
and when that was him
you were ready to get rid of
when i told you he was no good.

now i see that i never
truely dissrespected you that i never truely
acted like i didnt care,
no i cared to much
that was what i did and guess what
im not sorry not one bit
cuz i loved you like a sister
and you treated me like my real one did
like trash that you wanted to get rid of.

so now you can
tell me nothing
glare at me from a distance
and talk bad about me all you want
but i will still chearish all 8 years
i will show our pictures from the state fair with tears
and the note book will be worn out
from me trying to find a clue that
this was coming and damp from my wet check resting on it.

i will kick and scream
when i feel the loss to deep
and i will not call you
for you wish to have nothing to do with me
i will run in the night to that place we would walk to
and sit there to remember our
crazy walks
our talks that went no where
and our talks that got so deep
that most people couldnt understand them.

but most of all
i will not wait for you in the hall
i will not talk with you in class
i will not offer you a ride home
i will pretend i do not know you.