i don't ever know if i truly know you,
knew you
but something in me is that you lie to me to portect my feelings or to hide who fuck with or who you truly are as a person
you've lied to me before,
just never called you out on it
i know stuff happens behind closed doors
when i'm not around
i know i'm talked about when i'm not around
i don't know bad or good though
i have gut feelings,
and you should never ignore them
espically dreams,
those are your signs
so sweet in the eyes,
but dirty and messy when i'm not around
there's something off about him,
and maybe that's why never invested in him during the years i knew of him
there's something off about this boy,
i just don't know yet
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
