My finger treads over your contact as I am to press it, but your new girl wouldn't like it. I just want to text you about all of my full grown feelings, but your new girl wouldn't like it. We were never a thing just friends that's all, and your new girl still did not like that. So here I am sat at 2:10 left wondering where did I go wrong, we don't text as much as before and my love for you is now a rocky trail of cherished memories, And your new girl likes that's. Our friendship lasted three years and for some reason new girl hates that. but I don't hate new girl I envy her. I envy the way she can walk in and destroy a three year long friendship with a boy I have grown to love. I envy the way she can ruin my future hope for something more with him just by showing up. Actually there is one thing I hate about her. I hate the way she isolated him. I can no longer text him about my feelings and he can no longer text me his, old girl hates that But new girl loves it.
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Falling for myself
PoetryA series of story's and poem of similar to my life. This story's kinda my personal diary, but it's mostly just me trying to learn how to love myself
