Goodbye (Redacted1)

I never thought we’d be best friends 

forever. Maybe I did at the beginning but,

we were two mismatched puzzle 

pieces together; your perfect fantasy never fit 

into my irregular lumps. 

I remember your smile and your curly hair 

and when my mom babysat you and how 

we’d vlog videos like we were YouTubers. 

We grew up, and our views drifted 

apart. Your eyes glued to boys, mine to 

friends. Our closeness never progressed; our growth 

stunted and shriveled. I was hurting, and you were, 

too; why didn’t we discuss it? 

I found a friend in another, and that hurt you. Irregularities. 

You always gave me the silent treatment when 

I did something to upset you. Even if it was me 

preserving my black color pencil or my erasable pens 

that my mom worked long hours for, I learned 

not to care. You did it to others, and I watched 

as you returned to us after a few days, unable 

to grasp the reality if it didn’t fit in your perfect fairytale. 

I hope you prosper. I would never speak 

ill of you and hope for the best, but 

this is where our paths must break. I’ll be your cheerleader 

from the bleachers, not your team's primary quarterback.