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A poem I wrote after my boyfriend broke up with me. |
| I stare at your picture, Late at night, Wishing you could be near me, Wanting you to be here, But ever since that night, That we ent from together to not, I cant help but think, Where did I go wrong? Was it me? I dont want just half of you, Which is why I dont want to be friends, It hurts me to say, That i want you to be happy, Even if you not with me, I'll always be there for you, If you need a hand to hold, A shoulder to cry on, Or a pair of lips to kiss, But it hurts alot to say, I just cant be your friend. |