Their words cut through me like a serrated knife,
A wound never healing,
Didn't know I would try trusting someone again,
But I guess I fall easily.
I hear a thousand words, as they cut through me like knives.
Her wishes, and teases, I imagine her smile,
Few words but enough for me to hide behind.
In a sense of security, to which even I don't know why.
Why do I have a stupid smile on my face, seeing your texts?
Or why, am I not hurt anymore by others with those constant accusations,
Their words, and their demeanor, even if they hurt or ignore me?
Why do I feel like I shouldn't care about those anymore?
It's a good thing, I guess.
But why..?
I don't know...or do I?
I don't want to know or admit I know, the answer to that rhetorical question.
Cause, in the end, I just want you by my side, like we are now.
That in and itself is enough.
Or is it?
Even though I know it isn't
Loving someone so much, that you would like them as a friend,
Just to have them in your life.
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