Fell for His Words...
I used to sit here,read his poems
about a girl
he loved...
It used to be me.
They were sweet,
some were hot,
words that hinted
about who she was...
I loved each and every one...
We would talk,
we would write,
comment on our poems,
even though...
We knew they were about one another...
But now,
I sit here and read
about a girl
who is not me...
But he loves her enough...
I can tell
by how he writes
about her smiles
and her hugs...
And how much they affect him...
Somehow, I'm happy
for both of them
because they
are good for each other...
But I'm hurt inside too...
And thats okay,
I'll get over it,
hopefully,
and if not...
Tough;
I
shouldnt
have
fallen
for
words...
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