© By portorican princess
'Friends' is such a lonely word
he said he wanted to be friends
I stare at our picture
Grinning like goons
Wrapped in a blanket of bliss
I keep this picture
To remind me of things
His kiss as sweet as strawberries
The way he rolled his eyes when I exasperated his
The clacking of his castanets
As he leapt across the stage like a graceful gazelle
But now I only taste
Salty sadness
I hold it on the tip of my tongue
Trying to remember
And now I only hear
The sound of silence screaming at me
And now I only see
Ashes of incense falling like the petals of a black rose
To stain the carpet as black as my heart
How could feelings so strong vanish like incense?
For four years, he said he loved me
It was whispered between kisses
I gobbled his words
And in a week
It was gone
he said, 'Nothing'
What did I do wrong?
But I knew that was a lie
Just when we were starting to fuse
Like warm wax
he abandoned me
To the solace of this picture
That I clutch in my palm
The only remnant I have left
Of our days of wine and roses
I think he got scared
Wine burns
And roses can smell too sweet
Now when we meet
There are only
Walls of Awkwardness
We build them
One brick at a time
To protect ourselves
From future disasters
I've lost my sense of stability
he was a place of peace
In a lonely world
I'm sad because I'm not with him
I'm mad because I don't know why
At least I have the picture that he give me long time ago!