I don't want to think of you differently
I don't want to be angry with you
I don't want to feel awkward talking to you now
But you have to understand
I felt like everything you've told me was honest
And I believed it was
But now I'm not so sure
I understand that we aren't and weren't together
But before you stopped talking to me for a week
The messages we sent to each other
We said I love you and all
Did you mean it?
Please tell me the truth
I can't handle it but I need to know
I know we didn't date for long
And it's all kinda early or sudden
But it was the intensity that drew me in
So if you meant what you said
Why are you with one of my best friends?
Why her?
Why'd you flirt first?
I mean we can do what we want
But why one of my best friends
Like to me, that's wrong
But we're different I guess
So if I began dating one of your best friends
After I ignored you for a week without notice
And the last conversation we had
Was all cute and kinda lovey dovey
And then all of a sudden I want to group Kik with you and your best friend
And we tell you
You'd be perfectly okay with it?
You wouldn't be confused
Shocked
Angry
And sad?
But we're different
So I guess not
But do you get why I see you differently
I really believed and trusted you
And now I feel like it was all a game to you
Like I never really mattered
But I like to remember it that way
I mean it when I say you're the most amazing person I've ever met
But I can't see you as the guy I'm in love with
When you torn down what I saw
Now it feels like we never had anything special
And maybe we didn't
But I like to remember it that way
I see you as nothing to me because it's easier that way
Then thinking of you the way I used to
I see you as just another person
Because it's easier to sleep at night
Every time I even begin to try to work through my thoughts about what happened
I start to cry
I don't want too
But it just so happened you meant a lot to me
And I thought you meant everything you said
At least I like to remember it that way
I remember you called her babe
And I died inside
I remember you said I love you
To her in one of those Kik messages
And I died on the outside
I would really like to think
That you're not who I now think you are
But now I can't believe anything you've ever said
Or will say to me
Believe me, I want to talk to you
But every time I do
I think of you and her
And it hurts
So that's why I can't stand to talk to you
I'm debating in sending this to you
So if I do
I want you to know
That I really want to say more
But I just can't manage it
But I hate being hung up on you
And look at you
Moving on and shit
So thanks I'm all confused now
I'm so glad I know you
But at the same time
I wish I never knew you
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...