Bubbles

We used to be best friends; I used to tell you everything                               

We would talk for hours, I don’t even remember what about

Our friendship was like bubbles—beautiful and changing every second

Reflecting the world, and our ideas

Our friendship was pure and childlike but then

You changed, and I changed too I guess

For you just my company was not enough,

you needed something more, you needed a substance

to substitute our laughter, a substance for our talks

and soon there was nothing to substitute, there was just substance

And Now I see your face, you’re here for me

You’ve left the other things behind

But I’ve been blind. I don’t need you anymore

So go home,

I’ve already wrote a poem

And I am done, the bubbles have popped

I’ve stopped trying.

Our friendship has drifted off in the wind

I don’t need you I have poetry

Poetry won’t leave me, won’t deceive me

Poetry isn’t like bubbles, Poetry is a ball

It’s solid, it won’t pop, or stop existing all of a sudden.

Poetry is here, Poetry will listen

Poetry won’t ditch me to go get high

Poetry doesn’t lie.

I tried to hold on to our friendship,

But I’ve asked you too many times

Every time I reach out and try to hold on to the escaping bubbles, they pop.

Maybe it’s better to let the bubbles float away and set with the setting sun

Because Maybe, I don’t need them anymore

And I don’t need you.