She confesses,
not to me.
She leaves the room.
She tells our friends.
Our friend asks.
"Would you?"
I say no,
we could never be more.
Lies.
I wanted her.
I wanted her mind, soul, and body.
I wanted to say she's mine.
But I say,
"No, it would make things weird. We're roommates."
We can't be
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PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
