I Don't Know Yet

By hoteyecontacts

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hey there "I don't know yet" is a poetry book, I have kept my name anonymous because I wanna keep this as a s... More

*bestfriends*
they weren't all lies.
can't you act normal?
yeah, whatever.
It's you, It's always you.
Deep Talk
she is my favorite friend.
competive, huh?
wish I knew what exactly went down
guys
ah, maybe him.
yeah, we're kind of same.
not anymore.
I don't do crushes
*obssesion is my thing*
"art"
agh, you.
cause he is similar to me.
someone's favourite friend
I'm not confused
admit it, maybe?
until that day
love language
a n x i e t y
You never know
the need
they couldn't be better.
sometimes
when we were friends
I can't-
fuckin nerd
feels like shit
the way
love, these days.
something unknown
what did you do?
it's o k a y
loved
you love me right.
..
you
might
My first guy friend
um yea
him
..
.
I guess?
used to feel this way
from the drafts
being passionate
hurt
shit-posting
the so called "best friend" huh
him
memories of you
AGH
.
things I wanna say/ask to myself
pain?
If not me, someone will; it's life.
It'll be alright.
surreal, really.
my favourite part?
aren't we too young for that?
you can still laugh
.
home?
Moving out
home?

we ruined neither.

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By hoteyecontacts

she is attracted to toxicity,
maybe she isn't anymore.

you can't choose who you like
whether it's someone toxic or someone actually really fine.

so maybe I don't fall into the "she is into bad guys" typical type
maybe bad guys are nothing but a headache and it's more of a hype.

I'm not afraid to be hurt,
So picked someone who is worth to being hurt for.

I've liked guys before,
But never felt like he would say another sentence and I would like him more.

I was scared of ruining the friendship
He is scared of ruining moments,

We ruined neither.

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