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Category: Poetry

Confused

I didn’t think I liked him
Then I thought I did
Then we were just friends
Then we almost were more
I didn’t think I liked him at all
Now I don’t want to be without him
We’re friends again now, and I’m happy
But do I want more? Or am I still confused?

February 3, 2011

Not Knowing

He says we’re just friends
He says I’m the one that said it
I don’t know if I like him that way
But I don’t know if he does either
What I don’t like
Is not knowing

February 3, 2011

I Thought… Wrong (Part I)

I thought I hated him
I thought I had fucked it all up
I thought he’d never forgive me
I thought we’d never be friends
I thought it wouldn’t be possible
I thought he’d ignore my messages
I thought he’d be madder than I was
I thought I’d mean nothing to him
I thought wrong

February 3, 2011

I Thought… Right (Part II)

I thought we could be friends
I thought we’d be able to move past my mistake
I thought I’d still mean something, anything
I thought we could possibly be more
I thought I was wrong before
I thought the pain could be over
I thought right before, I fucked it up

February 6, 2011

Losing Control

Is it wrong to want bad things?
I want him in my life
But he doesn’t want me
Does he still want FWB?
Is it wrong of me to ask?
Asking would mean no self-respect
But I’d chose him over respect
I want him in my life
So if he wants FWB
Then I guess that’s the only way
Is that wrong? Sick? Twisted?
I know I’m fucked up, real bad
But when it comes to him…
I can’t help myself, I lose control

February 6, 2011

I Miss You

I am sorry for what I’ve done
I know the words don’t take back
All the times I’ve bitched you out
But you, I miss, and that’s a fact
I was hurt, and you, confusing
You pulled me closer, but only for
All the comfort I actually needed
But at my heart your actions tore
You were the one that put the knife
Near my heart, ready for pain
He was the one that pushed it in
Only for… His sick gain
To try and make everything better
You tried to be there as a friend
But it didn’t seem that way to me
And, thus, my heart, you didn’t mend
I admit, I fucked it up
But I was hurt, and now I see
How much I like you, as a friend
But time has told so much to me
And I’m convinced I like you more
So now, with you, I long to be

February 7, 2011