Unsaid
We used to be friends-
Until we kissed whilst the world was soundly asleep
Until I caught you staring like you’d never seen me before.
Was it lust?
I don’t know
It felt like more.
We used to be friends-
until you held my hand under the table,
your thumb tracing shapes into my skin.
Until jealously flickered in your eyes, when I laughed with other guys.
We used to be friends-
until I told you a truth no one else had heard.
Until you said you couldn’t imagine your life without me.
We used to be friends-
until you showed up at my door with flowers on the day I could barely stand.
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Until our breathing grew heavy,
eyes locked,
knowing we had crossed the line
and there was no going back.
I never thought we’d stop being friends.
But here I am-
Still breathing,
catching my breath every time I hear your name.
I hate you.
I love you.
God damn it, I miss you.
So I press the memories down,
again and again,
because that’s all they are now-
memories.
We used to be friends.
But the “used to” is all that’s left between us.
