Just Freinds

by David Rethoret   Sep 2, 2004


I know what you mean.
I know what you want.
Are you embarrassed,
to be seen with me,
am I hideous,
am I gross,
I think you're afraid of your feelings,
they hurt but they're warm,
the ache but they massage,
let them out,
don't tell me we're friends,
it's fake and it's false,
it's not just that.
it hurts me,
it strikes me deep,
am I not good enough,
am I too weak,
or is it you,
are you that shallow,
are you that cold,
do looks matter so much,
or is it I'm not cool,
if that's the way you feel,
there's nothing I can do,
just always remember,
it's not my fault,
I loved you.

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  • 20 years ago

    by David Rethoret

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