Broken Friendship Poem

Best Friend Stole My Boyfriend

It's one thing when a friend betrays you. But it's a whole new level of pain when your best friend whom you consider a brother steals the love of your life. I wrote this poem when I was fourteen, a day after the love of my life left me for my best friend.

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Agony Etched In Me


Published by Family Friend Poems November 2010 with permission of the Author.

I was betrayed in the End,
By my beloved and best Friend,
Blinded by my own Love,
I could not see she was trying to push and Shove.

Blinded by her beautiful Eyes,
I could not see her devastating Lies,
Then without a word she walked Away,
In my heart I could feel I was not Okay.

Agony corrupted my Soul,
Pain turned my heart into a black Hole,
Then my anger rose to the Surface,
My best friend did this on Purpose.

In an explosion of rage I challenged him to a Fight,
But in the end I could not stand up to his Might,
He broke my body beyond Repair,
As I lay bleeding I knew life wasn't Fair.

Blood running down my Face,
I knew I was a Disgrace,
Cast out and stripped of my Pride,
I feel in my heart that I have Died.

My soul torn from Me,
Surrounded by darkness I cannot See,
In the end I was reduced to nothing but an empty Shell,
This is my Hell!


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  • Ryan by Ryan, Florida
  • 9 years ago

This is so deep... I've never had that happen to me, but this poem is filled with agony and sorrow.

  • Vanessa by Vanessa, Johannesburg
  • 12 years ago

I stole my best friends boyfriend 7 years ago.
We fell in love, even though we tried to fight it. This poem touched me because I've never been able to forgive myself for hurting my friend like that.
At least we are still together and happily married with a beautiful baby girl in the family as well.

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