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Disposable

We were so close. You gave me joy and I could tell you anything,

            believing you cared.

Knowing you would be there for me.

Then something changed,

            and you threw me away.

You only care about them,

            yet you still claim to be my best friend.

You reassure me that I'm loved,

            that I'm valued and cared for.

But when I need you most you ignore me

            and only care for them.

Like I'm invisible.

You see me struggle,

You hear my cries for help.

And yet you ask me what's wrong.

So I tell you, with an ounce of hope that you've resurrected the old you.

But deep down I know you've changed for good.

And it hurts me knowing that I will have to leave you.

But I just can't do it anymore.

I can't be disposable anymore.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Last few words: 
This poem is important read in the context that I am going through some serious issues with my best friend. He does not know how I feel, and I am writing this to have someone to say it to.
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

is hard, when you have had someone to yourself for a long time, and then suddenly, there is a new factor involved. I am supposing that your "best" friend, has a new passion? People are not one dimensional and as they get older and are exposed to other things, they tend to develop more interests. You might try to get involved in whatever your friend is doing now. Make an effort to understand and find out what is so intriguing about what is going on. Your poem is very relatable and I think everyone has felt like this at one time or another. My only suggestion on the poem is to delete the very last word. ~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Thomas,

I think you've picked a worthwhile and personal topic to write about. I wonder why the physical form, the white-spacing, took a turn half-way through. That's left me curious.
The line
"But deep down I know you've changed for good."
Seems distractingly similar to the expression "changed for the good," which, for me anyway, is hard to escape.

Thanks for posting this exploratory and personal piece

raffy

Really - really! -like the formatting you have used here, Thomas.
Your piece shows an appreciation and an understanding of rhythm and cadence.

Hope you continue with your exploration of poetry!

Obi.

Thomas, would change the word to [forever]? ~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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