I feel as if I haven't been honest with myself about how I feel about someone else because I know what friendship feels like and what we had was more secretly wanting, needing and it was all fine because you was my friend and then I let it get too far and I became jealous which was definitely not pretty because we lost our closeness and I lost you.
And now you're there, meeting me half way, but honestly, I don't know what to do.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
