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in my world:
betrayl slowly engulfs me,
and my world becomes surreal.
forever is what we said,
but forever doesnt exist;
in my world.
A very short poem by: Katie Mourtos
She doesn't even know what shes doing to me.
She knows I don't know her phone number, yet she complains that we never talk.
She knows my new screen name. But she doesn't IM me, and still yet she complains we never talk.
Its her, not me. I've come to realize that.
It's weird though, I still don't want to lose the friendship that we've built over the past years; but it's hard to keep it just at a friendly level. Because we never fucking talk. Not my fault, so I should stop blaming myself... I think.
:(
<33twang
betrayl slowly engulfs me,
and my world becomes surreal.
forever is what we said,
but forever doesnt exist;
in my world.
A very short poem by: Katie Mourtos
She doesn't even know what shes doing to me.
She knows I don't know her phone number, yet she complains that we never talk.
She knows my new screen name. But she doesn't IM me, and still yet she complains we never talk.
Its her, not me. I've come to realize that.
It's weird though, I still don't want to lose the friendship that we've built over the past years; but it's hard to keep it just at a friendly level. Because we never fucking talk. Not my fault, so I should stop blaming myself... I think.
:(
<33twang