There were no signs.
I thought I was safe,
I thought we were safe.
Maybe one day,
you'd change your mind,
open your eyes.
Then you told me.
You told me you've been seeing her,
for months.
Of course I told you I was happy,
but why would I feel that way,
after you torn apart my heart,
after you threw me away.
I know I'm supposed to support you,
be there for you.
That's what friends do,
I guess.
Because that's all we are.
Friends.
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Thoughts turned Words
PoetrySome late night thoughts, memories and feelings that turned into words. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Sometimes I even find old writings in a long forgotte...
