Friday, March 1, 2013

When He Was Mine

When you finally get to know him starting to have feelings for him, he's taken, seeing his fingers intertwining with hers. I thought you were my friend? Why does this happen? I liked you, and told you how I felt, and you brushed me away like I am just a nothing, a nobody. Am I that unappealing for your eyes? Am I that much of a monster, a freak? I guess you don't have to worry about me anymore. 


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