One time in my life I've fallen out of love,
And it took a lot of strength to get through.
Depression fits me like a perfect glove,
And it's just what I fell back into.
I wasn't trying to let him go,
Or even trying to forget him.
I simply fell in love again,
And it was easy just to ditch him.
Now I'm in love with my girl best friend,
Who is dating somebody else.
And it is harder now than it was back then,
Because I'm thinking about her, not myself.
She makes me smile and laugh every day,
But only she can make me cry.
It's ironic, I guess, that she's also gay,
And it kills me when she wants to die.
She covers her face and she looks away,
And I tell her to look back at me.
Sometimes she does and it makes my day,
Because her smile's all I need to see.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
