One for the team

by theory of the loser   Feb 6, 2009


Day 1 of high school, we're best friends,

she screams with a smile,
that huge grin spreading wide,
or face splitting,
you decide.

Day 2, the wrong day to go to the park,

She's having so much fun,
pulling me by the arm,
she's grinning yet again,
she knows I fell sort of sick.

Day 3, nothing can tear us apart,

On the porch arguing about candy,
laughing when she said they're gross,
she's a bundle of fun and joy,
she's a demon when provoked.

Day 4, she tells me why,

There she goes again,
she's grinning,
laughter bubbling up,
she said she'll never be sad if she's laughing,
I told her I'd never understand that.

Day 5, the first boy,

She called me a simpleton,
I just glared at him,
he's gross and nasty,
I didn't get why she wanted him,
but I still got to see her smile.

Day 12, She cries,

At my doorstep in the rain,
soaked to the bone,
she cries out is pain,
she loved him and he broke her,
I ran to her side,
I told her this is how friends work,
and that I'm her friend until she dies.

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