You say "she is just a friend" but I hate her. I hate the way you laugh with her. The way both your faces light up when you see each other. I hate it when she pushes you because you said something stupid. I hate the way you hold her. The way it seems like your life is in her hands. I hate the way she crosses boundaries and the way you let her. You say that there is nothing to be jealous of. I hate being jealous I hate the way my body feels when ever she gets close to you. I hate that you can't see it but I do.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
