Walk On By
I walked away form a friend who needed me most, tears rolling down their face and I carried on walking, allowing them to turn that corner of the street. I left their tears behind, moving as fast as I could to just walk away from their troubles in their life. I didn't stop to think or wonder whether I should run back and just allow them to cry on my shoulder when they need me most. I just carried on walking and reflecting on what happened.
They showed me how crystal clear things were when you are the outside of a group when your friends do nothing but walk on by when they have nothing to really say to you or want to have anything to do with you.
Perhaps they should have stopped there and then and asked why you were crying instead of just carrying on walking, only to ask what was wrong an hour later.
Perhaps they don't understand how it feels for that person when you walk past and never stop.
Perhaps they've never felt the pain and hurt soaring through their body with tears rolling down their faces as they watch from the side lines of the group of friends they have to only realise that these aren't your friends - they are all false.
I walked away knowing that the closet person that I have is being hurt because they just walked on past and didn't wait. I walked away feeling like one of them, and they know deep down inside who they are, they can't hide it, not anymore.
I cling onto their heart as their tears wash away whatever closeness we had together, washing away our hopes, washing away our past. And all I shout out is that I love you and never want to leave you as you turn that corner again.
Dedicated to the closet person I have and know.
I love you.
xx
They showed me how crystal clear things were when you are the outside of a group when your friends do nothing but walk on by when they have nothing to really say to you or want to have anything to do with you.
Perhaps they should have stopped there and then and asked why you were crying instead of just carrying on walking, only to ask what was wrong an hour later.
Perhaps they don't understand how it feels for that person when you walk past and never stop.
Perhaps they've never felt the pain and hurt soaring through their body with tears rolling down their faces as they watch from the side lines of the group of friends they have to only realise that these aren't your friends - they are all false.
I walked away knowing that the closet person that I have is being hurt because they just walked on past and didn't wait. I walked away feeling like one of them, and they know deep down inside who they are, they can't hide it, not anymore.
I cling onto their heart as their tears wash away whatever closeness we had together, washing away our hopes, washing away our past. And all I shout out is that I love you and never want to leave you as you turn that corner again.
Dedicated to the closet person I have and know.
I love you.
xx