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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 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