Forgotten

"We'll always be friends," you had declared.
Your eyes told no lies, smile wide and pure.
I had believed you then.
But what about now? Are we?

When you needed me, I showed up worried.
You told me what's wrong, and I listened.
I would tell you what I thought of your situation.
You laughed and thanked me, saying you'd return the favor.

I'm crying now, but where are you?
You said you'd be my 'kuya,' my brother.
Tell me you'll talk with me later, when I'm better.
Little do you know that I need you.

"You make yourself the victim," you hissed at me.
You were my sister, and stayed by my side rarely.
But it's not like you're a martyr either.
And you say you'll be there for me.

"She never apologized..." you murmured.
You didn't understand my side of the story.
Should I have apologized for something you had done as well?
I thought we'd always be "wives, no homo!"

The kuya, the sister, and the wife.
Where are you now?
I'm breaking down, and you are all laughing together.
Am I the crazy one? Is this how friendship works.

"We'll always be friends," you declared.
But I no longer believe you.

I really liked this. Its obviously a poem about friendship, but a poem where you puked all the negative emotion into the literature, and I applaud you for that. Better out than in when it comes to negative emotion. I like the fact that this poem is an expressive poem. The point is carried out clearly: You always helped your friend, but now when you need her the most she's no where to be found... Yet when she needs you again shell find you. Friendship does not work like that. Friendship is a team game. Also, if you need anyone to talk to don't be afraid of sending that message, ill be all ears. In my opinion you are a good friend and your "friend" isn't. I wish more people would use writing to express their feelings, I think so many emotional problems could be avoid if we just expel the negative. I really like what you've done here, and again I applaud it

"You make yourself the victim," you hissed at me.
You were my sister, and stayed by my side rarely.
But it's not like you're a martyr either.
And you say you'll be there for me.

Something about this set of lines just read akwardly, add a comma after martyr maybe. But the overall flow in relation to the rest just felt off, dare I say cliche even.

However, you avoid the trappings of most these types of stories though. Theres real voice to the piece that managed to avoid reading like a whiny emo rejection story.
Ya give nice insight to the friendship and it allowed connection with the character that I appreciate. Well done!

A nice poem!
You chose the white rhyme, however, white rhyme doesn't mean that the words shouldn't resonate with each other.

Try to make the overall stanza structure pattern similar. Your stanza are all different. But you could leave the last two lines as they are. Also try to avoid long lines. They stand out too much and they ruin the overall flow of the stanza.

Even though, I'm bad at it myself, but mind your punctuation, for instance, where you use speech. I was given a good advice long ago - first write your poem as a story - on one line, and check the punctuation thoroughly, then divide the text into stanza.

Also, if you're expecting others to read your poem, you might want to either elaborate on the word "kuya" or remove it, since no one really knows what it means. But if it's just for you, then you can leave it as it is.

My main advice is, to make your poem sound more poetical, mind the word order, sometimes just reordering the words changes the poem completely.

Just a warning, this is going to suck. Because I'm horrible at analyzing poetry. Oh well.

First of all, "kuya" is from what language? Forgive my ignorance! :0

"You make yourself the victim," you hissed at me.
You were my sister, and stayed by my side rarely.
But it's not like you're a martyr either.
And you say you'll be there for me.

The but in this line doesn't really make sense. I thought that if she stayed by her side rarely then she wouldn't be a martyr?

Uh and one thing. In the earlier stanza, you said "kuya" my brother, but later you refer to a sister?

And should the second sentence be a question?

Am I the crazy one? Is this how friendship works.

As for my impression of this poem, I think family is one of those things where we feel betrayed at times, but we stick by them because if we didn't, we'd be all alone.
Great poem, something I could relate to definitely!