Poetry

Renea Carpenter
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24 november 2011

My Friend, My Savior

Somebody tell me what’s going on
somebody tell me what happens next.
Because I’m completely lost I’m utterly scared.
 
 
I sit here waiting on dawn
Waiting on your text
But you just think of sex
And I’m unprepared
 
 
What you think of scares me
I just want you
Not just physically
I want all of you
 
 
You wanted to flee
And I knew
You weren’t all there emotionally
And I knew.
 
 
But I put myself in your hands
Knowing you’d let me down
But I do it anyway
I’d give everything for you
 
 
You’re my man
My very sound
That keeps the bad things astray
I wanted to be that for you too.
 
 
But you wouldn’t let me
You pushed me away
You made me think that I wasn’t worth it
You made me hate me
 
 
I just couldn’t see
Past the first day
So I threw a fit
And she made me see
 
 
That you just weren’t right for me
I see that now
And I’m glad she was there
Because friends are hard to come by
 
And even harder to keep
 
 
She kept me from being down
And she kept things fair
No matter how I tried
She never let me take that leap
 
 
I’m happy now
And I know I won’t go back
To the way I was before
So I thank my friend 
 
And I hope I can be there for her like she was to me.




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