Whenever I see you storming out of class,
or walking back and forth
with your phone glued to your ear,
a thought passes my mind,
"I hope she isn't causing you much trouble."
Whenever I see you rushing around
with the phone glued to your ear
while I sit by myself during lunch,
a thought passes my mind,
"Have you eaten?"
As my eyes look at you with concern,
you catch me gazing at you,
and narrow your eyes at me.
And I feel like my heart is sinking.
But what do I do?
Even after all that has happened,
I still care.
I still fuckin care about you.
Because even though you chose her,
I was still your friend.
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Poems about Love
KöltészetContains 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...
