Nobody really knows how exactly it happened
Out of the blue, our minds were closed
To the idea of liking each other
We didn't even know it, but we became haters
I don't think it was jealousy
Or even envy
At least, not for me
More like an gut feeling
Heard you were talking shit behind my back
I didn't even do anything to you, how wack
Saying I don't fit in
Love, the line between hating and wanting is thin
Your friends are inventing all kinds of things
Telling whoever they cross the way he looked at me gave me wings (what the hell? I don't even know him)
While you friend zoned one of my dearest friends
Seems like your story's reflecting on me, in the end
But damn you, I know you've been through all kinds of stuff
Must be hard, always acting so though
It's almost sad how I think that at some point, we could've been best buddies
Since you hated it so much, I would have given you goodnight kisses
So we really are enemies
Here and there, I can sometimes hear the little whispers
But what you probably don't know
Is how, behind my sad girl look, I bicker about you too, oh no.
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i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...