I'm not sure if I hate you or love you.
I'm alone because you stopped talking.
I'm not sure what I did to you.
I'm not sure how to fix it.
My life falls apart.
I just want that back,
That sweet smile and comforting words.
I'm all by myself.
Well not really because I find one leaves,
Another comes.
Its like all the angels are just pulling away,
once they find out who I really am.
I want his sad brown eyes.
I want the other, his red hair.
I want his humor and his secrets.
And the one that doesn't know who they are.
I want all four of you,
but I can only have one.
I'm left with a choice and I can't choose.
You all say I'm pretty,
You all say I'm smart,
You all say you're there when I fall apart.
But,
I can't choose one without hurting the other three.
I still want to hang with you this summer,
I still want to see you on Tuesday,
I still want to talk books on Sunday,
I still want to hold your hand any day.
Please just help me out.
The first broke my heart,
The second left me on read,
The third is leaving at the end of this year,
And the fourth is my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
Who am I?
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