There are very few people I love,

I like a lot of people,

But there is only three,

My beautiful boyfriend

And my two best friends

There used to be another,

She was my platonic first love,

I knew her for 11 years before she left

She talked behind my back

Revealed the secrets we whispered

The words we shared

The promises we made, she broke

She was one of many I loved,

And now I can love no one really

Because I let myself love them

And now?

Those people are no longer there,

So the final whispers wandered away without a care.