Unsaid
Maybe the hardest part of liking someone
is wondering if they ever liked you too.
I found meaning in the little things —
our conversations, your jokes, the way you made me smile.
I thought maybe there was something there,
something you felt too,
even if neither of us said it.
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Then you told me about her.
You said you liked someone else,
and I smiled like it didn’t hurt.
You said you talk to me when you’re bored,
because I’m usually the one around.
And suddenly, the moments I thought were special
felt different.
Maybe they meant more to me than they ever did to you.
Then you asked me to be your homegirl,
and somehow, I understood.
Homegirl. Just a friend.
Someone you trust, laugh with,
and talk to when there’s no one else around.
You never knew I wanted more,
so I can’t blame you for giving me
exactly what you thought I wanted.
Maybe that’s what hurts the most —
the way I like you isn’t the way you like me.
I was holding onto every little moment,
while you were simply passing the time.
And maybe I’ll always wonder
what it would’ve been like
if you had felt the same.
But for now, I’ll stay your homegirl,
and learn to be okay
with being just your friend.
