Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 13, 2008

More Than Friends

by HayLee

He broke my heart
Over and over again
Throughout it all
You were always my friend.
You said you cared about me
And that would last till the end.
I cried on your shoulder,
You loved me while I had always loved him,
I pretended that I wanted life this way,
I wanted to be hit,
Stood up and cry.
I wanted to sit around
While the one I loved
Purposefully chose actions that hurt me.
I wanted to pretend
I could be with him till the end,
But now I find myself thinking
About how much I like my friend.

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