Week 47

The thing with friendship is
Unlike in the movies
 it is temporary and fleeting.
They lied to you
But that's okay,
They lied to me too.

I held friendship
Like my mother's diamond bracelet
The only one my father gave her
Close to my chest
Wrapped in my chubby fingers.
I lost it
And my heart fell through my knees,
I was nine
They could only get so mad at me.

It's harder to let people slip by.
They're more precious than diamonds
More painful too.
So I cling
So very tightly
Hoping that those chains don't break. They never do
 I let go instead
 Since It hurts too much
 To hold on.

So I keep reading more stories
About friendship,
Everlasting friendship
And wonder why more romance
Isn't written about Philios.
Maybe this kind of heartbreak
Is too strong to survive
So we hide behind
The grief of lovers
Eros parting
In the oceans.
This kind of pining has no end,
You just bury it deep
And maybe have the courage
To try again.