A.N.- this is about my best friend. He is 20, going to college, and like an older bro to me…he even told me I was the little sis he never had…It is my feelings about him and how things that have been happening in our lives have changed our friendship…

Trust

We met, I was quiet, and you were outgoing.

You got me out of my shell I had created…

You brought joy to my life…

I could confide in you when I was upset.

I knew I could trust you.

I would cry on your shoulder when things didn't go right.

You would confide in me when you were having trouble.

You got me out of that shell.

Then, one day, you came to me…and made my dreams come true.

I finally got to show and ride your horse for the year…

I finally could succeed with your help.

I worked hard, you helped me, I helped you…

The summer was great…with you by my side the entire time.

State came and went…and with everything happening there, I found out you loved me…

Like a sister…and I loved you like a brother…

You took care of me there when my parents were not there…

You told me you were proud of how I handled everything.

That was the first time anyone told me they were proud of me.

I placed because you helped me…

You told me I wasn't going to get kicked out of the barn because of my father…

And I trusted you…

When we got home from state…you changed…

I don't know what I did wrong…so wrong. Did I make you mad?

All the sudden I have thirty days notice to get out…

I trusted you…with me trust is the biggest part of friendship.

I have 3 days left…and you haven't even talked about it…not at all.

Finally I get up the courage to ask…and I get my heart broken.

It is true…but you say were not getting kicked out, we have to move.

Because of "things that happened."

You promised me that wouldn't happen…why are you backing out now?

There is no difference in getting kicked out and having to move…

I know you know that. I know you like the back of my hand.

You're just saying that to make yourself feel better, well it doesn't make me feel better.

You even told me I was a great actor…I could conceal my feelings easy…

But that you could see straight through me.

I trusted you…I know you trusted me.

I know all your secrets, and I intend to keep them, because you trust me.

Can I trust you anymore?

I trusted you…

Well, that is my poem. I don't care if it sucks, it is the jotting down of my feelings…I tried yelling at him… I couldn't do it…he is still my best fried. No matter what. It is b/c he has made my summer almost perfect.