Friendships, I mean.
Not in the way you think.
All consuming.
That is what it is
because
you end up loving
this human-
this beautiful, flawed,
exceptional, part of the universe-
and it is all that you are.
You want to hear them laugh
always.
You crave their smile and
their face, no matter its state.
It sucks because
no matter what you do,
they can still get hurt.
And when they cry,
you sob,
when they whimper,
you scream.
No love can quite
match friendships.
And
unbeknownst to popular opinion,
they are not built
on time, but experiences.
She saw you at your worst
and came back.
She gathered up old photos,
to remind you that good times exist.
And it reminds me, that with her,
they always will.
So, yeah, friendships
suck.
They give you an addiction,
problems you can’t fix,
and so much love you might just
have trouble holding on to all
your other pieces together.
And it is all worth it.
The fear, pain, vulnerability…
You’d loop it infinitely
if you could.
match friendships.
And
unbeknownst to popular opinion,
they are not built
on time, but experiences.
She saw you at your worst
and came back.
She gathered up old photos,
to remind you that good times exist.
And it reminds me, that with her,
they always will.
So, yeah, friendships
suck.
They give you an addiction,
problems you can’t fix,
and so much love you might just
have trouble holding on to all
your other pieces together.
And it is all worth it.
The fear, pain, vulnerability…
You’d loop it infinitely
if you could.