It's all but a story now...

Here I am to weave you a story,
A story about love, trust, respect,
And a lost friendship.
One girl choose the wrong person,
A hateful, rude, disrespectful,
Just all in all mean boy.
Over her friend.
That loved her for who she was.
Looked past all her flaws and mistakes,
Dispute everyone else.
She did love that girl, still does.
But she lost all respect for that girl.
She can't trust that girl.
He was only looking for attention.
He wanted to make her friend angry.
Scream and yell.
He got his attention.
The friend spent the night with people she didn't know that well.
But she felt like she had known them forever.
Despite all the drama the friend had a great time.
She doesn't regret anything,
It wasn't her fault.
She isn't going to say sorry.
She isn't going to get hurt again.
It's all but a story now.
Something in their past.
It cannot be rewritten.
So why do we continue to mourn our stories?