Ever just want to fall into a hole and be forgotten?
Except I wouldn't be forgotten,
Not by the people that count
to me and me to them
It's funny how you think you've got a handle on life
You think you know the secret and it's over for those hoes
But then new hoes find new loopholes into your sorry existence
There are the obvious manipulative mind-gamers,
But then there are the hidden coals burning through your patience slowly.
First, they want to be great friends and you text everyday
Until they find someone else to text, to confide in
And when you begin to edge away from them, they try to pull you back in,
The main word being try,
You remember the good times and forget their forgetfulness of you,
And then they really forget about you.
You disappear from the group of people that count to them.
And if you were really gone, they wouldn't know for weeks, months, years.
You need to learn quickly who you matter to
The ones who don't have a handle on life
And still make a point to stick by you
The ones who have a handle on life
And make a point to help you through your existence
The ones who don't text you everyday
But make sure you know that
You are welcomed
You are loved
You are remembered.
About the Creator
Phaedra
I enjoy writing creative stories and poetry.
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