"You guys like each other?"
"Oh, no! We're just friends."
Just friends?
Then why do you give me that look?
Why do I catch you across the room?
Why did you almost kiss me?
Why do we walk hand in hand?
Just, why?
It hurts everytime I look at your stupid face,
everytime I see you with her,
every time we talk.
Because I don't know what we are.
Perhaps I'm just addicted to the emotional up and down.
Fuck. I don't even know if I even have a chance with you.
And then we fight over what we do
because it's unfair to her;
it's unfair to you;
it's unfair to me.
Yet, we are still just friends.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
