Her Crushed Dreams

I have this friend.
And sometimes she wonders what her dreams meant.
But they are my dreams too.

I couldn’t help it.
And slowly destroyed them like a fool.
She had so much,she built it from not so much.

Yet I crushed it.
It was an ordinary,sunny day.
Were we talked as usual and music play.

I remember her favorite song.
And our friendship had lasted for so long.
I remember the way she would leap and dance.

Talking to me as words prance.
I never realized I had so much.
She would care for me,check up on me.

And I also did such.
One day I was foolish.
To think I could wish to have the same.

I knew everything about her,including her full name.
And yet,I took away her fame.
Because of me,she felt pain.

And the color drained off her soul.
I felt foul,I felt awful.
To strip away such a kind soul.

Because her crushed dreams were also my crushed dreams.
We planned our future together.
If she feels sad,I feel sad.

And after what I did,I feel very bad.
If her heart hurts ,my heart hurts.
And now everything burns down.

I burned this friendship to the ground.
We knew it wasn’t flawless from the very beginning.
And yet,it was supposted to be our thing.

Day by day,I try to forget.
But now I live in loneliness and regret.
I still remember she said to me.

We will be best friends forever,do you believe me?
And for a while,I believed it too.
Years later,I feel like such a fool.

I remember the day we met at school.
The way she would style her hair.
She had a dream and I was there.

But I still crushed it.
And now her broken dreams are mine too.
All the shattered pieces.

And the regret it releases.
I shattered our friendship into pieces.