Poems that were brought to me through various inspirations, some on a higher oddity level than others, and are mostly all due to a massive English project.
Memories fall with each splash of the rain outside,
Summer nights speeding by and past midnight conversations;
Taunting me with the way things used to be.
I remember us laughing at the same unspoken remark,
A mere glance toward each other and sparks flew;
Flashing me with the way things used to be.
Every day we talked for hours on end,
Deciding what exactly we would conversed even the next day;
Straining me with the way things used to be.
Then one November afternoon you lete it slip,
A small little secret that made my heart leap;
Paining me with the way things used to be.
We excitedly asked each other questions and awaited the replies,
Deep questions and little questions and meaningless questions;
Hurting me with the way things used to be.
In January both our lives changed,
We were more confident and moved to the next level;
Longing for the way things used to be.
Now we never speak.
Are we even friends?
Through all the pain,
And all the agony,
And all the night-swept tears,
I regret the way things have come to be.
Will we ever be the same agian,
Or will we remain so distant?
I miss you.
I miss how close we were.
I miss our friendship.
I miss having you in my life.
It hurts too much for me to say it,
But I do want you to know...
I sill love you.
I still care about you.
Only as a brother.
Any farther is too painful
To begin again.
All I have left are the betraying memories,
The memories that prove you used to be real.