I love you I truly do
I consider you a friend
You say you love me
Yet I only hear from you
When you have your hand out
I'm too nice to let you go empty handed
I feel like you take my kindness for granted
I'm not confrontational so I never confront you
I don't mind helping out
But this so called friendship is one sided
Like a matchup between The Dream team
And a elementary team
You score on me relentlessly
You treat my heart like a open shot
I'm on the wrong side of a momentum swing
I'm desperate for a defensive stop
You'll tell everybody you love me
I hear your words
I want to believe they are true
but I never experienced the action
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Heightened Times of Inspiration
Poesíawhatever is on my mind at the time I jot it down
