Lorn

I remember in the school days,
When we were inseparable,
Walking down the corridors,
Arm in arm.
Talking about anything, everything.
To our school day to our deepest secrets and fears.
Every Wednesday before our English lesson,
We'd sit in the classroom to get away from everything,
To just relax, chill out before learning was to begin.
Although people thought we were a couple,
We just laughed it off for our friends knew I was with my boyfriend
and he was the one I adored.

When I first joined school,
I was uneasy,
Fitting in to new groups,
Having to make new friends.
Then I met you and you made school life fly by,
You were one of the reasons I didn't leave,
You were one of the reasons I didn't cry myself to sleep at nights like I had done,
Crying to my mum in the car not wanting to go back.
Even when my boyfriend got a little angry with the time we spent together,
You still stuck by me even though he said you were to blame.
You supported me when he made me cry,
When I couldn't run to him you were there,
You stopped my tears from falling down and listened to my point of view.
You were my date for the prom,
And presenting me with a red rose.
My boyfriend told you to look after me,
Although you were head of the prom,
And had to keep running off,
You did try your best, even when I wanted to go home.

Now times are changing,
But the memories still haven't faded.
Seeing you yesterday made me realize we're not like how we are.
You're closer to her than with me,
Spending most of your time with her,
Talking about her, smiling as you speak,
Whilst I put on a brave face,
Trying to stay strong and not cry.
Staring at a picture of you and her,
As I desperately cling on to the thoughts of when it used to be me.
Maybe to some this sounds selfish,
Maybe I sound full of arrogance and I should just let go.
But I've lost many people in my time,
I don't know what I can do,
Because all I see is you with her,
I guess all I can do is watch you from a distance,
Reflecting on the memories of you and me,
And how it used to be me in her place.

*I know this poem is long, but I "was" really close to somebody and now I feel I'm not because this person is very close to another person. Although I have my boyfriend I miss having a friend there for me who I can go to for anything...but they're not there anymore, they're there for somebody else. Any advice would be appreciated. Thank you.*