i never saw those smiles in the hall that you supposedly gave me with your friends

maybe i was the one who stopped talking

but you stopped loving me last year

when you made me feel like i wasn’t worthy

to be in your little group

“i just wanted to protect you”

bullshit i thought you hated me

what’s wrong with me why do all of my friends

decide i’m not good enough?

i started to question if it was true

you can’t make up for all that hurt with a few poems

if you wanted to talk we would,

i told you it was up to you this time

if you wanted to talk you don’t have to wait till we’re finally on the bus together

if you wanted to you could we

i miss you

i forgive you

but i need to hear you first

i don’t want to feel like this is one sided anymore

if you so badly say it isn’t