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11/14/18
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Do I not matter to you?
Am I just a plaything you used
Just to be amused
Like watching wooden puppets
Controlled by marionettes
Dance and move?
You lied to me.
You didn't care about my words
My thoughts
My feelings.
You just wanted me to go away
Because there was no reason
No reason at all, you say
To befriend me.
But now we speak.
I confide in you.
You listen to me,
But I doubt you hear the words I tell.
You never open up
Instead giving me sugar sweet
Candy coated white lies
Just so I won't taste
The bitter truth.
You have stabbed me
With knives that draw no blood
But I feel weakened all the same.
I know we only began talking
Because you wanted something from me.
You wanted me to give you something
That surprisingly formed a bridge between us.
But now you have burned your end
As I stand by mine
Broken and tired,
Hoping I haven't lost a friend.
Yes, you are my friend.
A friend who I never want to lose.
But what am I to you?
You don't have to reply--
This title will suffice.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
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