Loving Hate
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DescriptionA poem about two friends drifting apart.
MessagePart of the Sandscript poetry contest!
ImageMonomoy Writes
Loving HateIs what I feel for youLoving HateIs a feeling I wish I never felt.
I wish I still knew who you wereBut now I can't recognize youI wish you still remembered meYou don't even know my name.
I wish things were like the pastWhen we would walk along ChathamAnd spend all our money at the Candy ManorBuying junk that we probably shouldn't have been eating.
I wish things were differentLike they were back in the daysWhen we would have class togetherCopy each other's homeworkAttempt to study togetherThough eventually get sidetracked into a random conversation.
I wish we still talkedAbout random stuff that didn't matterAnd that we still arguedAbout whether Warthunder or Minecraft is the better game.
I wish I felt a sense of peaceThe kind when we played togetherAte togetherSaw each other.
I wish I knew who you wereBut now I don't.
Your hair got longerYou grew tallerYou became olderEver since you leftNow you brag about your new life
And the adventures you haveWith your new friendsAt your new school.
But what about me?Am I sworn to be alone?To be forgotten?To be replaced?To be a thing of the past?I suppose I'll never know.
I wish I still knew who you wereBut now I can't recognize youI wish you still remembered meYou don't even know my name.
I wish things were like the pastWhen we would walk along ChathamAnd spend all our money at the Candy ManorBuying junk that we probably shouldn't have been eating.
I wish things were differentLike they were back in the daysWhen we would have class togetherCopy each other's homeworkAttempt to study togetherThough eventually get sidetracked into a random conversation.
I wish we still talkedAbout random stuff that didn't matterAnd that we still arguedAbout whether Warthunder or Minecraft is the better game.
I wish I felt a sense of peaceThe kind when we played togetherAte togetherSaw each other.
I wish I knew who you wereBut now I don't.
Your hair got longerYou grew tallerYou became olderEver since you leftNow you brag about your new life
And the adventures you haveWith your new friendsAt your new school.
But what about me?Am I sworn to be alone?To be forgotten?To be replaced?To be a thing of the past?I suppose I'll never know.
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