How is it that in my Two and a half years of me knowing you did you not tell me what you thought.
How is it that you could sit there and tell me I'm unnatural and wrong
We are friends yet I don't know if I want to be friends anymore
If we stay friends I wonder if I will silence that part of me just for your comfort
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrypoems I guess you could call them. about pretty much whatever is going through my head at the time of writing.
