lines
have always
been drawn.
but
you my
dear
have always
crossed them.
coming in
and out of my life
as you please.
how can you
sit there
and not at all
be hurting
inside.
i'm watching
the lights
flicker
in my mind.
in my world,
i have
done nothing
but
be a good friend
to you,
do we live
in two different realities?
my reality:
you hurt me.
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