hb

you were my only real friend
all you wanted was to hold my hand
you introduced me to nearly everyone I know now
we shared drinks on the lawn, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes
you were the first person here to care about my opinion
making your decisions based on if I would accompany you
and you said the sweetest things a friend can say
not because you had to, because you couldn't wait to
this kind of attention sparked jealously from other parties
so I was pulled away from you, towards loneliness again
and then you left for the place we left behind
I hope you are every happy there, nothing like last time
but I suppose I can never really thank you for the feelings
of acceptance. and I miss you. my only friend.