"you used the word pleasure today and i turned my head. pushed out the pictures in my head of you and i and asked if you really said that. you acted like it wasn't a big deal. but we both know you never would have said that around your friends.
the other day, someone asked how we were friends if we hate each other so much. we smiled at her, turned to each other, laughed, and turned away.
what are we? it's a question i've asked myself for a long time but if i asked you, you'd be mad. it's tugging at my sleeve, but i'll just keep my mouth shut if it means more time with you."
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
