Love of Forgotten 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
One in a series of writings I wrote this very shortly after losing one of my best friends. All of them were written in tears.

Submitted: July 12, 2013

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I miss you, I miss your smile, your warm embrace, in fact; I miss everything about you. I wish I could see you now, when it has been the hardest year to date. I wish I was there to say goodbye, I wish I was the one to take all the beatings. I wish I was there to protect you from him. I wish I was able to see you one last time before you were buried beneath the willow. I wanted to be there to hear what was said as you were lowered into the cold ground. I loved you. I loved you so much that I didn't want to tell you because I know we could've never been able to keep that relationship, not without ruining the friendship.

I still remember the day you picked me up off my knees and hugged me like I was the only one you loved. I remember that day so vividly because that is the day I got the one and only kiss on the lips from you. I fought so hard not to beg for another one. I was scared, I was taken away, I was truly home.

I honestly want to be the one in the ground. I want to be the one he mercifully beat the shit out of, the one he killed with his own two hands. I had nothing to live for, you had everything. I miss you so much. This I write for you, for me, and for closure even though I know it means nothing.

I Love You

My Dearest Friend

The one who was forgotten

 


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