Our first year of
8th grade
had finally come!
New school,
new friends,
new schedule.
My best friend and I
had become busy with
our social life
and extracurricular activities
which had started to shove a wedge
in our relationship.

She and I
have been vacillating on our friendship
for a very long while
Fighting between us
has occurred more than normal
and we just can’t get along
like we used to

She and I
had been texting
I had been spending time
with my family.
And she had been
calling everyone she knew
trying to hang out with them,
but everyone was busy
including me

“The truth is that   
you’re annoying
and you never make enough time for me!
I hate how you don’t explain anything!    
Since you obviously hate me
and never want to hang out with me,    
BYE!”
She had texted me
furious and raged.

Everything fell silent
Not a word from any of us
Every single moment
I had spent with her
felt as if it were a lie

“I don’t want to be that person
who always fixes things between us!
You always get furious at me
over something I can’t control!
I don’t do that to you,
but I see that you can’t do the same for me!
Our friendship has to end
because we just can’t get along!”
I finally pushed out of my system
Droplets of water slowly trickled down my face
Drip,
drip,
drip.

“Can we just start over
like we used to do?
It’ll be less awkward at school!”
She bursted out of the blue

“No not this time.
We’ve grown apart
and we don’t get along anymore.
We’re unhealthy for each other now
and I just don’t want to be in that kind 
of friendship.
Goodbye!”

Our differences came between us     
and we never made up
We’re just a friendship of the past
As kids we thought would last forever
but nothing ever does
and nothing ever will

Now I sit
on the carpeted floor
in my silent room,
alone,
with only a mindless drone
and a faceless screen
in the palm of my hands
Wishing I could never leave
On this dead and arctic night