My “friend” and my friend

Tue, 12/17/2013 - 00:05 -- jackie0


I have friends and,

I have "friends."

The people I want to party with and do stupid things with.


But my "friend" has revealed herself.

She's crying out for help,

but in the wrong way.


There comes a point when its not worth it anymore,

When being patient is overrated.


As much as I value that person,

she has stopped deserving my love.

She won't take up my time anymore.


My friend has been there for me.

She takes my flaws,

and turns them into strengths.


She sees me as who I am,

and accepts it, embraces it.

I do the same for her.


We might have differences,

but they have not gotten in the way.


In the end, my “friend” will see her mistakes.

But it will be too late.

My friend and I wish her the best.

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