As a quick preface to this- I went through a lot of friendship drama a couple years ago, and this poem is a sum up of all my feelings towards the event. Obviously, I use no names, but that’s just background information. I’m much happier now and have better friends. Without further ado, the poem: This is to the girl…
I’m tired You can see the dark circles under my eyes I slept at midnight, all because I had to memorize the important dates of the people who lived long before, their birth and their death and all the in-between They say it’s so history doesn’t repeat itself, but it does every. single. day. He died, she dropped out, and…