Hurt

I never knew a harmless flirt could end up getting me so hurt. It was June but obviously it was too soon. But with one glance I knew I was willing to take a chance. I finally dared to tell you I cared, because you had been dropping clues that said you did to. We were happy or at least I thought until the night that you were caught. I was out with friends and having a ball when I remembered you had asked me to call. I talked to your brother who told me you were with your other. I was hurt how could you treat me like dirt? I know what you did was bad, but how could I be mad? I think we need to talk without either one of us trying to mock. Until then I only wish that you would hold me tight for one more night. Maybe at another time you will once again be mine.