i got in back of line to see you
hoping this lie would be a promiseyou made excuses as why you could never get
the time you made for everyone in front of meyou pushed away and i gave you time
while struggling to keep the memory of us alivereally i pitied you,
until what was once our braided friendship
unraveled by the constant changing of your moodusually i lose friends
but this time you lost meand when I left you it didnt even feel like i did anything
you seemed to never be there from the start.
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Secrets of the Moon
PoetryWhat it feels like to know yourself but not enough that you know who you are.