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Heyy! A review here

The first thought i had after reading this poem was why it's so cute and sad at the same time.. it beautifully resonates the pure and childish friendship when everything about world seemed to be so exciting but unfortunately it wasn't.. liked the way how the narrator added the remembrance of their friendship of every mischieves the weaved.. the narrator missed the times and little moments they shared. It was a true and a daring friendship by the way
The biggest lesson learned : never underestimate your friend or they may broke your arm
The last lines seems to give the reason of broking up their friendship.. but lastly we were just children >>
aw thank you for the review!
Hey there, Sofie here with a review

Wow, I really like this one. You know, everybody talks about grief after someone dies, but grieving someone who's still alive and just grew apart from you hurts worse a lot of the times and no body really talks about it. I think you managed to capture that grief very well here. I love the line;
"When I broke your arm
because you said I couldn't
so I did.
and you never underestimated me again."
I feel SO many different emotions just in those five lines.
Anyway, great job on this! Keep writing
thank you so much for the review! <3
Ah, the journey this took me on was brilliant. I loved the formatting, first of all—at the beginning, it feels more disjointed, like memories from childhood, and towards the end, it feels more like it's meant to follow a more linear timeline. It was definitely a different ending than I was expecting, and I think it was very effective. Rather than being a typical poem mourning the loss of a friendship, you made it a lot more visceral, with the broken arm metaphor. Really nice work!
this poem seems like it's about an old friendship where you have grown apart. almost every one of us at one point have experienced this feeling of missing an old friend or even catching up with your old friends and realizing you are not friends anymore. you might love them, they might think about you too but you both have grown apart and thing cannot go back to the way it was.
I liked the poem very much, the pain in the lines "I will always remember you and how much you began to hate me. " Kind of sets the whole picture very nicely.
"We never did " part gave the dual meaning. I don't know if you intended it.
"I will always remember you , you and how much you" (the two you kind of seems unnecessary )
"but you wanted to grow up more than my mother" (this line maybe means that your friend and you grew apart because she started taking interest in popular girl type things (I don't know how to describe it without sounding like an idiot ) but i get it .
it was a nice read, maybe I might sound stupid while describing what I understood, but I got what you wanted to say, and I would like to add - I feel you sister or brother. you are not alone it's a part of growing up, you will find better friends and that is a guarantee.
keep writing.
aw thank you for the review <3 and yeah you're basically right in the line 'but you wanted to grow up more than my mother would let me' except this was about a male childhood friend who started to get involved with dr*gs/drinking at a young age which I didn't want to explain in the poem incase he ever read it %uD83D%uDE02 but it kind of applies to all my friendships in which they did become popular and like girly things before i was really allowed to!
wow ! my first guess was that it was about a male friend who got involved in crimes and drugs stuff and yeah, it's better not to mention details.