Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Lost Paper

I lost you when you went back home. I remember watching you walk down the street, away from me. It was already dark and i got one too many bug bites on each leg. I remember that much. You said something like "if I don't leave, then I cant come back." Somehow I feel like you lied or you were never there to start. I probably imagine our friendship more than anything. Maybe I made you up too.

You said you cared about me and you said all the things that anyone would want to hear. In the end, you make me really really sad. Atleast I'm happy for a good 20 minutes when you come around.. Or atleast until the high wears off.

In short, I always wanted more out of our friendship. Nothing crazy or intimate, mostly just a phone call or a "hey happy birthday!" text. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I wish we were friends.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I love this. I've got the same thing going on. Now I don't feel so alone.



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