Sometimes I wonder if we were
really just friends.
Actions were controlled,
words were oppressed,
opinions were overthought
and lips were sealed tight —
— all because of you.
For I can't be my true self
in front of you.
For my actions to be effortless
because they were not
conforming to your standard.
For the meaning of my words to be
convoluted into something that was
not my intention to do so.
You are a piece of work.
One that I wished could crush it up and throw away,
one that I wished that I'd never come across it,
one that I wish to leave my sight
because of our fights.
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Double updAte? I've been having fights with my friend lately and all of these just sparked from there. Love you lots! Happy reading <3
-Chantel
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