I thought you were my best friend. Funny
Sweet caring.
Always asking if I'm okay making sure things are okay.
Making sure I'm safe and that I'm happy.
Telling me to smile and sometimes throwing in a couple beautifuls here and there even though he knew I was in a relationship.
Then he started pushing
Then he started saying he wanted to kiss me
That he wanted to see me happy, I said I'm happy.
You would always be dismissive when I would say I like the one I'm with.
Motif; a recurring theme, subject or idea.
You would always compel the idea of us having a thing.
When I stood up for myself and said I don't feel this is right, I don't think you should be flirting with me while I have a boyfriend , you left.
I guess I thought to much of you and when somebody had me you wanted me but you didn't want to be with me.
You left when all I wanted was a friend and all you wanted to do was "play around."
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoesiHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
