The Hurt

Friends through skinned knees and brownie scouts, shared all the secrets we’d figured

Out. Built our circle of misfit toys, hardly noticing the slights of those boys who found us too

Juvenile. We weren’t easy, but neither were we prudes. Eager to please, shy around those

More crude. Then I moved away, torn from our safety net; you found yourself caught in

Another web. Do you recall telling me that my leaving was the best thing that could have

Happened for you? I cannot imagine saying that to someone who’d been my friend.

But then maybe friendship was an illusion, and being discarded was the ugly truth. 

I’ve forgiven you, but no longer trust you. Your silence now speaks volumes. Who are you?

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

9 thoughts on “The Hurt”

  1. Yikes! We all have this inexplicable Former good friend, only you wrote an awesome poem about your feelings! You made me remember too. My former friend recently reached out to me then dropted the ball. What memories that brought back!

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  2. it’s always hard when you move in different directions, I am still friends with my BFF from childhood, but we are such different people these days, we have nothing in common but a shared childhood. Still we catch up occasionally and have a good laugh. I know she will always be there if I really need her; but she is no longer a part of my daily life, more like a treasured memory.

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