Best Friend Poems To Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Thinking the worst, I asked "What is it, my love? Why do you look so sad?" I followed her line of sight to a dark-haired girl with eyes the colour of the ocean who was standing there alone with tears in her eyes. "She's my best friend. We are like sisters and have never spent a day apart. Now on what is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, she does not have a mate but I do." as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“It really hurts me “,she was weeping badly. I felt my shirt stick with my body at backside due to her tears. I shouldn’t have been so angry at her , I can’t see her crying. (His back almost became wet with my tears but he didn’t even respond at me. I made my grip more tight around him.) “I am sorry Krish “,she mumbled between her cry. Don't fucking cry babes , I can't see that bloody liquid in your eyes ! 1 2 3 4 That’s it , I didn’t want to make her sad anymore. I pulled her in front of me by her hand and pinned her against wall. “You said we are friends ..no best friends. Does any best friend leave like that without even telling him the reason ",I caged her in my hands and leaned over her

“I just feel so emotional because you’re the bestest friend a girl could ever have, and I wanted you to know I love you.” Before you come at me, I’ve been using the word ‘Bestest’ since I heard Nicki Minaj rap it in a song called BedRock. It weirdly made sense. “Aww, Babe,” she says, her own eyes watering. “I love you too.” “Why are you crying?” I ask, my voice catching. “Because you’re crying,” she sniffles, fanning her face. We both burst out laughing through our tears, probably looking ridiculous to everyone else, but I don’t care.

I shook my head laughing bitterly. "My ass he loves me..." I muttered, wiping my tears and curling into a ball while closing my eyes. "How can she still be beautiful with snot running down her face?" A voice asked. "Beats me. But she's still breathtaking." Another replied. I sniffled and opened my eyes to meet soft, sad eyes of my two best friends while they crouched in front of me. New tears welled in my eyes and my lips started trembling. A sob erupted and I flung myself in their arms, letting the tears fall into Cliff and Joel's shirts. They

I looked away and I stared at the wall behind him and I felt the tears pressing against the back of my eyes, threatening to fall even though I had promised myself I would not cry. It felt like shit having your best friend betray you without remorse. It felt like having the ground ripped out from under your feet and falling into a darkness that had no bottom. It felt like being lost in a forest with no map and no compass and no way to find your way home. "Can you please make it stop?" I asked, and my voice cracked on the words.

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

and she got out. I couldn't even help the tears that came out my eyes.. I swallowed so hard trying not to cry but it didn't help. I took my phone and sighed. I wiped my tears and texted my safe place... ME: I just lost my best friend by accepting who I am...

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

“I am sorry that I was a bad friend, I am sorry that I didn’t see when you needed me…” “No… no, we are not doing that. I guess that a lot had happened, but…” she dismissively waved her hand. “We were stupid, we should have sat and hatched it all out, but we didn’t and well… I am sorry that I made you feel like a bad friend. You are the best thing that has happened to me,” “Now you are going to make me cry,” my voice cracked. She chuckled, “You saw me cry, didn’t you?”

I said in a measured tone, not wanting to reveal the excitement filling my body. And then, I walked out the door with a pep in my step. ~Present Day~ I'm sitting at my writing desk, staring out of the window. But something popped into my brain, a distant memory, which brought so many emotions to the forefront of my mind. Adam, my best friend. Oh, how I miss him! The last time we saw each other was ten years ago! I thought, inhaling and exhaling, trying to dispel it. Yet, it was no use. It kept on reappearing each time with a vengeance.