When I'm with him I am thinking of you
The way that you feel,
the things that you do.
When he hugs me
I imagine that I was hugging you.
That its your warm embrass
That I'm holding on to.
When I see you I think
"Why aren't you here?"
"What does she have that I don't?"
"Is that love real?"
When I hear you I think
"She's nothing like me."
"Your laugh is contagious."
"You guys don't talk till three."
When I'm with you I think
"We're nothing more than friends"
"Is this all we'll ever be?"
"Is this how we'll end?"
Just as friends, nothing more,
but possibly much less,
Because you don't see
That shes not what is best
For you, but that means
I'm saying I'm great,
Which I'm not,
I'm just saying
That you could do better
Than this.

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The Ending of Elle
PoesiePoems that I write whenever I get in a poem writing mood. Enjoy these possibly triggering, possibly touching, possibly relatable poems.