Friendship is about growing and being oneself, and not about apologizing for your entire existence, and even being sorry for possibly stealing someone else’s oxygen.
It’s about being big and taking up space in people’s life’s because you’re allowed to. It’s not about making yourself as small as possible, so you don’t bother anyone.
It’s about support and singing with them in the car and laughing about stupid jokes. It’s about small gestures and accidentally saying the same thing or finishing the other person’s sentences, because you exactly know what they’re about to say.
It’s about appreciation and loyalty.
It’s about love. Not love love.
But rather this ‘I’m- so-damn-glad-you-are-here-and-I-appreciate-you-so-much-you-have-no-idea love’.
Sometimes it’s also a ‘thanks-for-tolerating-me-on-many-days-because-I’m-horribly-annoying love’.
I like how friend’s can make you feel so happy inside by just breathing.
It’s also very nice how you can make them smile and make them feel better about themselves and all.
Another important thing is that it’s ok to allow them some space if you feel like they need it. It’s ok.
I can’t stop
thinking in poems
this is something
to be written about.
This is dank and horrid,
the dirty corner
you do not wish to
over and over and over.
I feel as though I am dancing through this
following the steps
one, two, three
one, two, three
fail, push through, fail again
fail, push through, fail again.
There is not
easy way out of this
no clean cut
loosen the ropes
watch me fly.
It is amazing
get out of bed,
perhaps that is