You

Tue, 01/19/2016 - 14:47 -- nmsomes

Is it you?

The one that talks to me the way you do

No?

So is it you?

I don’t know how to feel towards you

Those repulsive, stomach turning, vomitous

Words

No one can stop whispering those words

Everyone knows now

I might as well be a leaf

Flowing crinkling crunching in

Winter air

 

Please don’t blame me

I thought we were friends

Maybe I’m just friends with you

Are you even friends with me

But now I don’t talk to you

So stop trying to talk to me

Obsessed

 

You just won’t stop will you?

Yeah I thought so

You ruin peoples lives with your

Words

The words that no one wants to hear

But forced to

By you

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