#Best Friend Breakup

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”

- S. C. C.

[manytoonepoet13]

It's pathetic, really.

How I constantly look into the scrap paperworks of the story of your life to see if something good of me is in it.

Or at least something of me is in it.

Because to be quite honest, good or bad, I want you to think of me.

I want to be in your mind.

I want to be in your memories and see then realize the amount of joy we shared together.

I want to you to realize how even as we begin fall apart, I took my body limb by limb and hook it along the cracks.

I want you to realize how while I keep on pulling you closer into my embrace, you pushed me away until the rope snapped into five irreparable pieces.

With one of them breaking into five more.

And each fragment breaking into yet another five, then another and another and another until I became nothing but dust within this whole that is the Sahara desert.

You wouldn't pick up a grain by then, yes?

You wouldn't even notice I was there even as I fall beneath your feet.

And listen to the sweet torture that is your laughter shared no longer between us, but with you and another.

But even then, I could never wish the worse for you, for I could never bear to see you hurt.

Even if you were the one who impaled me with the sharpest dagger known to man...

I would still know you as the group of people I can to love the most.

So, please... Be happy.

Not for me, but for yourself.

But I suppose it can be partly for me.

For seeing you smile, makes me wish I could as well.

For I love you, even if it means for my heart to break.

I love you.

[webs-of-words]

oh god, another best friend breakup

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Now you're teaching me how hard it is to forget, someone you thought you'd know 'till the end.

k.b. // lauren aquilina - best friend

[coffeexxcigarettes]

12 to 22

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I remember the days of bursting through your bedroom door,

Flinging myself across your twin sized bed.

I'd huff dramatically,

Throwing an arm over my eyes,

My hair brushing the carpet,

With my head hanging.

You'd laugh at me,

And the rest of the world fell away.

We'd talk back

And forth

Back

And

Forth

Endlessly,

And somehow the worst situations,

The times where there were no dramatics-

Only shaking shoulders and hands,

Would be forgotten at your doorstep.

Planning our next moves that would fail,

Studying together for hours,

Laughing until we thought we might puke.

When I say I'd like to go home,

How do I reconcile with the fact that

I think I made my home in you?

x

[dearmyexbestfriend]

[elheavenlove]

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about my stay at the hospital where I first started drawing these star people. These drawings are from 2022 which was a horrible year for me. These were very therapeutic for me and they make me reflect on my mental health and how I was treated by others.

The one with “im sorry” repeated was made the day I got out of the hospital when my best friend at the time took advantage of my vulnerable state and used my mental illness against me. I know now she is just a big bully and emotionally immature.

Anyways that was a bit of a rant

Hope you like the drawings!

(Crayons and printer paper lol)

[blitzd-sadgirl19]

I worry about my best friend. I worry that my ignorance induced anxiety is right and that she's not being treated how she deserves. I worry that I tried too hard to be her friend and, in turn, pushed her away. I worry and I feel like that's all I do when I think about her is worry. Worry if she's okay, worry that she hates me because I can't tell anymore; you should've seen how much I glowed calling you my best friend. I had this light in my eyes because you were the family that I chose that chose me back.

I miss you so much my heart strings snap when a memory of you plays with them. I love you so much it hurts.

That's the fucking problem. I love you so much that it fucking HURTS. You keep hurting me and I make excuses and i keep putting you before me saying that you need it more you need it more and why the fuck was it so hard to just love me plainly like i did you?

[depressedafposts]

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“Do you have any idea of how many little things remind me of you everyday?”

- S. C. C.

[obviouslyconfident]

Look for friends, they said, they will accompany you for a lifetime, they said. Nobody told me that a friendship breakup hurts just as much as a romantic relationship.

- ObviouslyConfident

[vryk0laka5]

At present moment I am being forced to step back and reflect on change, and how constants are never really constant. Even when someone grasps your sweaty hands in a sticky, low lit bar toilet and promises to be by your side forever, in hindsight forever only meant another couple of years. If we were friends in every lifetime, then maybe we will have longer in the next one.

Perhaps the reason I hope so vividly for people to stay with me forever is because I know that no matter what, my love for them will never leave no matter how hard I try to abandon it. I can scorch it with the burning wind of my rage, or poison it with the sickness of my disgust. I can scratch away at it till it barely exists, but still it lingers. I can patch up the hole that they left with as many bricks as I can find along my path, but it will always stick out like a sore thumb.

To attribute value to a love once held, despite the disappearance of a person, is in and of itself a form of love.

I value every moment I spent with you, and I for the world I would never take it back. I revel in every bit of laughter we shared. And I will hold onto it as it drips from my fingers, until I’ve wrung it out, completely dry.

Why was it you who had to be a lesson. The passage of time proves itself again to be cruel. Of every single person, I would always imagined it would be you that was left standing. And when you left, so too did any belief I ever held in the concept of permanency

[poeticallylazyaf07]

Today, I saw you, again.

A stranger; a face that bought me roses of pain.

A wave of emotions like the pitter-patter rain,

A whole year down the drain, all in vain.

I saw you from the corner of my right eye,

You should've seen me the moment, oh my.

I used to believe things don't haunt after goodbye,

But it felt like we'd just said hi.

We've never went out for brunch at the mall,

Or ever had a sleepover.

But within just those four boring walls,

You gave me way more to remember than I'd ever recall.

At first glance, I could recognize you,

I was scared, didn't know what to do.

I like to think we've built something rare,

A little something to ourselves beyond compare.

My thoughts screeched to a halt,

And whatever words I was saying died in my mouth.

It opened up sickening wounds full of salt,

And I wanted to turn round and go bout.

But I couldn't, I couldn't breathe,

Flashes of uniforms and hugs,

Echoing laughs and farewells tug,

Through the hurt, I learn to believe.

Believe that it's over and done,

‘We’ are now ‘You and me’.

I suppose they all leave one by one,

But the heart longs for what used to be.

So I put on a smile, looked at a random friend,

Ignoring the need to start from the end.

Because I know I need to move on,

Even if it means abandoning the convenient past I've known. 

It lasted for a minute, I looked back.

You caught my eye, and waved a hand in the air.

A slight yet heavy crack, down a memory track,

I whispered a fruitless prayer, yet happy we shared a care.

Love,

Anonymous.

[saudade-scribbles]

Saturn and the Moon

Saturn is just another planet with fake promise rings, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn can't look past herself in the mirror, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn asks too much of people, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn gives and gives and gives but never makes sure that giving is what is wanted or needed, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn takes for granted her friends, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn takes those she loves to hell, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn grew up fast as a kid but she's stuck in her teens, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn's love is cowardly, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn's touch turns things to ashes, and you'll never really know the moon.

Saturn holds grudges, and I thought I really knew the moon.

[dearmyexbestfriend]

I just want to know if you’re hurting like I am?

[queenofglassbeliever]

Best Friend Breakup - Lauren Spencer Smith