i was overwhelmed by a certain kind of reverence
when you told me about the day you had with your friends.
i felt astonishingly close to you.

because i can see where you love them as they love you,
and know i do the same.

sitting, and listening, and sharing
an easy comraderie with people i hardly even know
simply because i trust in their choice to adore you
as i have.

 

Friends have allowed me the opportunity to relish in happiness.
Knowing there are people I can turn towards for a brief intervention between reality and myself.
They are also the ones that will straighten my spine and push me outside the boundaries I’ve encircled myself within. 
They’re the little stars that shine when the darkness creeps in,
And they are the ones that braze boldenely to capture your attention,
Encompassing you into a trance that can make one forget the explicit darkness that encircles behind them.
To know you’re so deeply imbedded into their lives as they are to yours
Makes that connection infinitely beautiful.
The universe has aligned an individual such as yourself to come in the way of others,
To pull that cord tighter until greetings are exchanged, 
Then small talk,
And deep conversations,
And endless laughter prolonging itself to the earliest hours of dawn.

“Are friends delight or pain?” Maybe you can pick a side, but to me it’s not so black and white. You see, in many ways friends are a delight. They’re the people you chose and who chose you because of your connection. Who you can laugh and fool around with, or complain and cry with. They bring comfort in ways no one else can, and sometimes they know you better than you may even know yourself. For me, some of my friends are my second half. Not having them around me feels empty, as though a part of me is missing. Just their presence adds a whole new light to my life. Even if we aren’t doing anything or even talking, having them around makes life better. 

Friends are delight.

Someone to confide in and feel safe with.

They will listen to all your worries

And love you though you are not perfect.

They will always help you see the light

And never back down from a challenge.

Friends give the best kind of love,

They know when you need them, 

And they unconditionally care.

Forever an unwavering part of your life.


But friends are pain.

When they ignore you,

And they pretend to not see what’s right in front of them.

They care too little,

Making weeks feel longer,

Days drag on,

While you wait for their approval.

You want them to be a part of your life.

They are your whole world,

But you are only a part of theirs.

Friends are pain,

Perpetually what you don’t want them to be,