They keep telling me it'll be fine. That I just need to move on. What if I can't? What if I don't want to? I need help. I can't keep playing these games. I can't play these games with myself. I deserve better, don't I? Honestly, I don't know what I deserve. I apparently don't deserve her though. That's all I want though. I just want her back. And I'm afraid to admit it. But I know every dream I have about it, is nothing but a lie. I think about nothing but lies. About things that I damn well know will never happen. So why am I still here?
I'm so confused. You say your bi. But before you said you were straight. Now I don't get it. Was it just me? Did you just not like me? I don't even know. You're just so confusing. I wish I understood you more. You told me you'd never date a girl. Yet here you are saying these things about being bi. And how you're a gay girl. Like what's that even mean? You confuse me. But maybe that's why I like you. I like intricate people. You were different. And still you are different. I admire that about you.
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Letters to You
PoetryThe letters I never was able to give The things I was never able to say These are all the things I wanted to give you In the hopes to make you stay *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
