I’ve never known hurt like
When my head says
They’ll enjoy this
But my hand is held back
For I know they are not good for me.
(The soft longing mingled with acceptance and defeat.)
Why did it have to turn sour?
Why did it have to end?
Our friendship?
The muscles remember
The memories
Of catering to your interests
And now there’s a hole
Where there once was none
But you made a space in my life
That I didn’t even realize
And now it’s empty.
My hand goes to share
(But it’s a phantom ache
Of a friendship that was never there.)
Author’s Note: Confessional poems are fun aren’t they? Hope this resonated with you! For more of my musings, you can head to Muses_Saga. To support my work, you can comment and share, or pay what you can.
