What comes with loss..

The first time you love someone that isn’t your mother

But when they go, heartbreak is something you now know.

I met this girl the day I met my best friend, inseparable like we were brothers.

This was back in elementary school where cooties were a sickness, yet I had no belief.

Now anytime I think of these two it’s a bother.

Middle school, the crush became more, and the people I called friends were thieves.

They hated the thought of us dating and they decided to tear us apart.

The crush ended with hate and remorse, but I was dealing with myself with all the beef.

Because of this experience, I dealt with a lot of harm and weight in my heart

I grew up and I strengthened myself, yet I realized some mistakes and I wanted her back

Now the information I hold is the fuel I need for my art.

The girl and I continuosly talked, I thought we were getting back on track

But the road became blurred with confusion.

This is realized I’m similar to a road, my life began to crack.

My best friend was dating the girl I wanted, he knew and I felt I were in an illusion.

Hate and anger grew stronger, I felt depression and regret

Then I realized all friendships were meant to end in conclusion.