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"Just Friends"
by Becca MortonI told myself time and again that there was something there
Its funny how we can be so blind when the answer is completely clear
I wondered if there was some kind of next step.....
Being with you was what I W A N T E D
Holding your hand made it A L R I G H T....
But sitting all alone at night....
Wondering if a relationship would work...
Wanting to know how bad breaking up would hurt...
So I let go of all the lonesome nights...
Thinking to myself that letting go was right...
I turned my back on all my feelings and closed the door...
But now I realize...
That being Just Friends hurts me so much more
03/05/2004 Author's Note: Heartbreaker... he got the best of me... but I just kept on going back excessively... haha... yea - this one hurts...
Posted on 03/05/2004
Copyright © 2025 Becca Morton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/21/04 at 10:50 PM And a great example of how we learn from our mistakes; pain has it virtues too. An excellent example of what can happen/go wrong to the rest of us. Kudos! |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/17/04 at 10:17 PM I remember this feeling...it was many years ago for me but you've expressed it so well..Excellent read |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/05/11 at 02:33 PM Ahh...man oh man have I felt this pain before! Sometimes the 'just friends' is the most painful part but in my experiences with it, it's how I learned exactly what I didn't need in a friend. *HUGS* and awesome job here! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/11/11 at 12:35 PM the best hurt the most, Becca...well rendered |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/11/11 at 07:23 PM How many, as I, can walk in your shoes. Well done Becca. It is alright if you want to shout at me and call me a male chauvinist pig. I hate it when the woman gets hurt. |
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