"i didn't want to tell you because i know you like him too, and i didn't want to hurt your feelings."
this is when it all started.
there was the four of us: me, the one you used to like, a girl who used to like you, and her.
one of my best friends.
she knew how much i liked you.
she knew how much it hurt to be stuck as best friend.
she'd even provoked me: "he liked you at one point, he told me!" and all i could think about is
should i have told you properly?
because i can pinpoint that exact time when you 'liked' me-
that moment when you laid your head upon my shoulder in theatre rehearsal.
and now she says she likes you.
"it's fine, don't worry about it."
i'm lying.
it's not fine
stay away from him
he's mine.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poetryno name was mentioned but you thought of someone, didn't you? ...i definitely did. i think i always will.
