I don't blame my
Friend. They were only
A teen 17 at most.
Mope abused his,
"Powers of persuasion."
She even considered
Us best friends.
For a short spate
When we worked
At the same place
"We have never
Really fallen out
All these years
Just drifted apart"
But when she messed
Things up With a
Budding footballer and
Was upset. I was
Too blunt and
I said you slept,
With someone else.
He was lovely guy
And my friend took
Him for granted expecting
Him to forgive her.
Me being in sport,
I understood him
More than my friend.
How other classmates
Thought I was 'square.'
That they knew secrets
I didn't when I knew
I wasn't missing out.
It was like a
Tit for tat game.
I was still mad
That they said
I Should date such n such,
Because my voice
When telling stories
Was monotone too.
She had no filter at times.