Used to Be

Author's Note:
This is a poem about moving apart from someone who you used to call a friend.

We used to be the best of friends

Ones who always talked

We were always by each other's side

When we ate, and spoke, and walked

You knew that you could trust me

Even with all your secrets

Because if you told me not to tell

You know that I would keep it

I helped with everything you've done

Even when I knew you're wrong

I even listened to all of your music

Each and every song

We stood right by each other

And you listened to me complain

I heard what you had to say

Even when it drove me insane

You could always tell anything

That was ever on my mind

I just have this one last question

Are we out of time?

I wish that I could only tell you

If only each of us knew

That all that I have left to say

Is this, I miss you

I wish that you would realize

That all I seem to do

Is hold my breath

Waiting here for you

Our little fights meant nothing

And our arguing became like art

But I still can't believe

That this drove us apart