I WAS THERE!!!

It may have been years
but to me it felt like days.
When we were quite dear
in the things we would say.

Babies may cry for Mickey Mouse
with laughter and childish fun.
I cried out Mickey Mouse
to greet and have a smile won.

I was your trusty side kick
Ninny- Nat was the name
Though  it may have sounded silly
I really liked our  little game.

So here is a poem
that expresses how I feel
whilst sharing my memories
that mean to me a great deal.

I was there when you walked through the door.
But I wasn't one of those girls seeking for something more.
I was there introducing myself to you as a friend.
Then it wasn't that long when you had reached a dead end.
I gave you a helping hand and some compassion was lent.
I was there when our bond grew stronger
as my female backstabbing so-called friends were no longer.
I was there watching the guys play basketball
it was early morning and I wished I was on that court.
I was there when you convinced the boys to give me and equal shot.
So what I am trying to say is that...
I was there when you had my back that day.
I was there alongside you when you did not know what to do
Two pretty girls you liked my God which should you choose?
I was there as you complained how hard life was
but I sat in silence and listened as I was your best friend and just because.
I was there as it was sunny but you were looking gloomy
you lost one girl and the other not long after; you were fuming.
I was there to break up your fights with Chris and others
Because I cared for you so much like you were my brother.
I was there as you friend, Councillor and referee
and I was nice enough to do it all for free.
I was there when you had your operation through the embarrassment and hard times
I  never left your side even when you cried.
You may not believe me but you were quite a sensitive guy
But that is what I loved as you weren't a fake and you would never try.
You smiled through everything with that  big toothy grin
and I smiled with you throughout the dim.
And I was definitely there
as you called me pretty
it was Graduation Day
and you made me feel especially happy.

I was there for you through the good and the bad
we had our rough times but I knew we'd make amends.

So it was surprising when you hugged me goodbye
As you didn't think to call, text or...
try to keep the friendship alive.

It was probably bound to happen
as we are from different schools
but I still held on to what we had
but you never looked back in return.

So you must understand why I'm hurt
after all I did for you
And all I was, was forgotten
Like something old, trash but what can you do?

Here's a newsflash:
I am not some rusty item
that can just be replaced
I am angry, pissed and hurt
and that is something you have to face

The reason why I am like this
is quite as simple one
its because those two terms meant so much to me
but to you it was just some forgotten fun.

I feel used like some dirty dishcloth
that is wrecked beyond its days
but just remember this:
I was there...no matter what you say.

It all started with do you remember...