Never take anyone for granted. |
I'm your best friend standing forever in your shadow, a little shorter, a little rounder, certainly plainer, thus I'm of no threat to you. You come to me for comfort, to share every minute of each fabulous date, giving me a taste of what life might be if I were you and you were me. You tell me of his love, his likes and dislikes, of how you treat him unfairly at times and tease him without mercy; I listen, taking in every word. We shop and I buy silly trinkets, while you dress in the latest styles, pouting prettily over an imaginary pound gained when each garment falls perfectly into place. You come to me for sympathy when he grows tired of your games, when your beauty no longer seduces and when you know he begins cheating on you with another. I soothe your unlined brow, bring cold cloths for your puffy eyes, say all the right things while looking impatiently at the clock, wishing you would leave me alone. You beg to stay the night, for me to put my life on hold once more, to carry your burdens, and waive my plans; I make the phone call and return. He came to me because I listened when you talked and I treat him like a man, not a pawn and dreamed his dreams when he left you. I'm your best friend, yet betrayal came so easy, when he looked into my eyes, making me feel pretty for the first time in my lonely life. You gave me confidences, I used them to defeat you. You gave me trust and I turned it away. Maybe I'm not your best friend after all. |