Today, I woke up to a Facebook notification of pictures I posted 3 years ago. It’s crazy how time flies. My best friend and I are still close till date which I’m super grateful about. So I thought to write her a poem.
I sent it to her inbox, but I thought it would be sweet if everyone could read it. We all have that one friendship that runs way back.
P.s all my other friends should not get jealous. I promise to write you guys poetry too.
A poem about boys, love, chocolates and making our parents proud
On some days we would sit and go on and on
About the future
About chocolates and dreams
About school, medicine and making our parents proud
We would walk around the field filled with people
You spilling out discreet details of the things you desire.
With I doing the same.
We knew fairytales were not real
But we dreamed them anyways.
Remember when you said you wanted a wrist watch
But not from me, from him
So after you left I made a junior call him
I told him you wanted wanted a wrist watch
Something to remember him by.
Thankfully he got you a wrist watch
I don’t know what became of it.
But life moved on
Read my short story, Survive
We learnt harshly that fairytales would hurt us
That the world was not chocolate and dreams
The world was sad and bitter
That trust will hurt us
But we still did it anyways
Remember that day I called you,
I was so broken and you were broken too
We both cried on the phone for a few minutes
Life is stupid some times, very stupid
Maybe we were both just stupid
We continued talking
About love, boys and making our parents proud
I guess girls never learn.
Medicine didn’t pick us both
So we struggled to make sense of the life we had.
I was miles away so we called only once in a while
Giving life updates on boys, love and making our parents proud.
You told me there were a lot of fine boys in your school
And that shit was falling apart
Life was falling apart
So we talked about heart breaks and cheating boys
Exams, pharmacy, life is fucked up
But we moved on
We gave life another chance to hurt us
Another chance to push us around
In time, dreams became nightmares
Nightmares became insomnia.
When we met, we talked about
Giving up, about being tired, about dieing single
Fuck love, fuck life, fuck everything
We talked about regrets
I did that thing, when I say “I told you so”
So you were mad at me, sort of
I guess I’m a little judgy
But you are also stubborn, a goat.
Maybe we Never listen to each other.
Like that day when you told me it would end in tears
And that day when I told you, you will hurt yourself
Well, it ended in tears and you hurt yourself.
But we kept trying.
In time, we talked about depression
About how tough it was to make our parents proud
About dropping out
About being broke
But we still talked
Maybe once in a while we fought
Because of our mutual laziness to cook
But we still talked
About making money
About not cooking
About getting drunk and having fun.
Some of our dreams came true
Like love and chocolate
Like sleeping over at each other’s
Spoiling each other and going broke
Buying matching trousers
Fuck life, fuck love, fuck everything
Now we talk
About annoying parents
About Fashion designing
About boys and chocolates
Maybe we are stupid, but life is stupid too
And we must chop this life together
While making our parents proud.
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