Two years of knowing you.
STarted with me helping you,
now you help me more than ever.
I know your broke even when you smile;
Sometimes I know to well an decadently break you mask.
I know, you have better friends than me; probably,
But I will always be here;
WHen you crying to wipe those tears,
When you about to break and even after,
I wil pick up those pieces.
We can even get starbucks.
You've changed a lot but not.
Now you have short hair , but still as gorgeous.
I hope you know you matter,
And that your not alone.
Im here anytime,
Just call,
Text,
Snap,
anything in-between.
I know these all aren't the right words
aAnd if someone else said it,
it would more,
but i love you and I'm here.
And that guy who I think you were with when I wrote the other one,
I was always okay with it because thats what you wanted, him.
But now he's just hurting you and blaming you when he knows it's his fault.
He's playing a sick game and I know it's hard to forget and leave, but I just want you happy.
You might think you could leave and no one would care.
The truth is everyone would, everyone you talk to like you and would miss you so much.
Then there's your group who loves you more than anyone could ever.
I would break inside to not have you hear, you have such a bright future, your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, friendly, and some of it involved because your mask, but I know it's still you.
You made me a better person everyday, and you helped me in ways you could never imagine.
When you would listen to me sing (which sorry if it was deadly),
or read my writing it would make my day, knowing someone actually cared about me.
And one day someone is going to love you like they should,
no games or anything,
Just love.
He's gonna pick up your pieces and hold them close and mend you together again.
And I know as soon as he tries your gonna back away because of what others did, but chance it.
I know these aren't the best words but I'm here forever.
I remember in eighth grade, when we had to be in groups, that whole day we were matching bandana, flannel, and either jeans or jean shorts; we were inseparable. That wasn't important, but it's just one of the many little things I look back and smile at.
This is probably really dragged on and sorry for that, but I'm trying to put everything in this.
I remember when I used to make bracelets to cover your pain; I did because others didn't understand and if it was gonna happen it needed some protection and happiness covering it.
I know our friendship isn't typical, but I know you and you know me.
I know your favorite color is pink.
You favorite horse is Sadie; which you wrote about as one of our state writing asments (yes its spelled wrong),
You know when I need a hug,
You can tell the pain in me before I can,
Your eye color is brown, but you wish it was blue,
I could go on for hours writing, but you really want to read this.
I hope it makes you smile even just for a moment,
Makes those tears happy for just a second,
and lets you know how much you are good enough.
And I hope I write another one of these in the future.
(Btw our inside jokes are still funny to this day)