I've lost you once before due to my naivete
this time, I can't help but blame you
I gave you my heart for nine months
nearly all my thoughts all fucking day were of you
call me obsessed
but you urged time and time again:
just friends
you don't want to hurt me because you can't commit
you called yourself a whore
and the second I accept that
and the second I start dating someone else
you fuck it up
you're my best friend
I've never felt the way I do when I'm with you
now I've got this disgusting taste when something
(everything) reminds me of you
your fucking name
your taste in music that I was oh so lucky to have rub off on me
the places we went together, that I now find myself going to on my own
the long days we spent all day alone
how your fingertips felt on my skin
I didn't think you returned any affections
after all, you assured me you wanted nothing more
All the little things you did started to add up,
sadly not until it was too late:
YOU ARE READING
Stupid Face
PoetryI need to get some angst out, maybe someone can relate. I recently lost my best friend because he didn't want to be my friend anymore. Again. So, I'm sad. Mature because of language and some sexual references.
