What if I didn't tell you she used to like you and you didn't think about that during that night on the dock and you never looked down at her like that and you didn't tell me she told you she liked me and I wouldn't be thinking of her like that and none of this would have happened and we would have all just stayed silly friends and there wouldn't be any drama and the fear of leaving and anxiety and pain but maybe it's better this way so maybe she can be yours and finally be happy with someone and I can be alone and write about my selfish desires and anyone who reads what I write will feel terrible about themself.
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maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
