(not much of a poem, I know... but anyway, it's about me learning to hate them as a self-defence mechanism. to find a way to get over them.)
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and you're the reason I cry every night.
but not for the reasons you'd think, no, I cry because I put you into bad situations as the villain against me,, trying to insult everything I am and hurt me in every way, so that I can learn to hate you as a self-defence mechanism.
but the main wound of every story always comes down to the fact that the person I love most is now hating on some vital part of who I believe myself to be.
YOU ARE READING
best friends. that's all.
Poesíaloving your straight best friend sucks. that's pretty obvious. ...and that's it. there is no happy ending. they're straight, you're not. you can't change them, just like they can't change you. simple as that. end of story. ~ a collection of sad rela...
