Maybe, meant to be.
A constant battle that never ends.
It was so much easier being friends, bhtvthe love we had was hard to deny.
Road blocks and mountain we couldn't defeat.
I never understood why you didn't fight for me.
You let us go like sand between your fingers. There one moment then it slowly slips away.
I wish you the best; sometimes that's hard to say because of how ymwe let this end.
Sometimes you still call to catch up, but other times it seems like I don't know you at all.
Not everyone is meant to be, and we embodie that to a tee.
This poem is about:
Me