We sat in desperate smiles
Worn across our youthful faces
'Am I wrong?'
She asks me the forbidden three words
And I respond
'No, dear. Having standards shouldn't be wrong, even if the whole world makes it seem like it is'
We sat and laughed and watched the clock tick
Talk about boys, and men, and what made our hearts click
The drama, 'leave it behind' we said to each-other
The tears the smiles filled the room at the same time
As she flicked through photos on that boy's Facebook profile
It was madness, and serenity, both at the same time
And there she was my best friend
Telling me she loved me
Through the good, and through the bad.