We are roommates,
Her and I.
We are inseparable.
She is strange.
She is a Flirt,
but does she want more?
She keeps on.
She flirts.
I start to flirt back.
I want more.
I don't say anything.
She leaves too often,
she still talks to her.
She knows I like her.
She is petty.
When is upset with me,
she uses her against me.
She plays games with me.
But she says,
"I'm sorry,
I value you over her.
I am in love with you."
And she apologizes,
and I forgive her.
How could I not?
"Never would she be put before you.
She is irrelevant to me when it comes to you.
Everyone is.
I adore you and everything about you,
not her.
I'm so sorry"
I believe her.
We still only flirt.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy