Best Friend?  What is that?
I no longer know.

I thought I had a best friend- once,
not too long ago.
But some things happened,
And now I do not know.

Sometimes I miss him, 
yet again, I don't.

I think and think and end up with this:
How can he reject me because of something 
so childish- knowing he did something worse to me?

He said he loved me, 
and that was His mistake.
I said I wanted him and that, my friend,
was My mistake.

"Best friends," we called ourselves, 
God! it seems so fake.
Because of the fact that best friends
are suppose to never fade.