Friends?

I was always afraid that people
Will not like me like I am now
That they might think I'm not an equal
And being weird is not allowed,

But very hard believe in others
That they might like you as you are
When have a story which just bothers
When best of friends said.. (I) hear like now:

You are no one for me, I have another
Best friend, who's better. You can go.
We can't be friends, so don't just bother,
I don't like you, your mind and soul..

Still I don't know what did I do?
That had to be ignored for weeks
And then just gifted that like clue..
So sad that friends cannot be picked..


I had two friends. One moment. One.
I had two friends. One moment. None.
(but that is another story..)




Dedicated to Anastasia Tkachenko, my best friend for many years, till she suddenly decided otherwise..


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