Dear friend,

Let me speak before you turn away;

I want to say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.

Though we haven't spoken in years,

And when we meet,

It is with an icy stare,

And I know,

You barely acknowledge me these days.

But before it is too late,

For I will never see you again,

I want to say what I was too stubborn,

Too proud to say back then,

For thing I didn't think I'd done.

I'm sorry for ever letting you go,

The best friend I've ever had.

But I choke on the words,

And now you're gone for good,

The time to say this along with you.

I think it's safe to say that you will never leave my mind,

And that I dreamt of you last night.

Yes, you were toxic,

Yes, you were poison,

But you were my medicine, too,

You healed me and fixed me when I broke,

And god, I loved you like an addiction.

I broke you, my habit,

And regretted it ever since,

Because you ran much deeper than that,

You were the best friend I ever had.

I'm sorry for what I did,

I hope one day you'll hear these words.

I'm sorry. 

Author guidance for This poem

Basically, I woke up from this dream that me and this friend were finally apologising in the last week of school (which has been and gone already) and I realised just how much I missed her.
The words were already in my head and half asleep still, I scribbled them down without thinking about it.
Probably the most honest thing I've ever written.
I know I have other poem things, but I think this one deserved a new one for itself.

updated Jun 5 '10 by tylerdidit