
I guess I should of known better before I took you in
but you were so alone and in need of a friend
I didn't think that you'd cause me any strife
I saw who you were, hell I could have been you
in another life.
--
We shared a lot of words. So many more than
I'm ever used to saying but it was a nice break from
the normal chats I have and I felt no need to be
complaining.
--
I don't know when I felt things changing
You were so very good with words but
many times I left feeling maybe
I had caused you hurt.
--
Don't get me wrong, our chats were a pleasure
I told you you're a gem and I meant it. I just started
to worry that you were getting closer than I
originally had intended.
--
The more time we spent together the more trapped
I started to feel, I don't talk to anyone every day
my best of friends included, I'm not sure you see me
for who I really am, because you seem slightly deluded.
--
I'm beginning to think I feel resentment towards the
time we spent together like things are moving too
fast for me, like there's somewhere else I'd rather be.
--
This friendship is causing me stress. How did this turn
into such a mess? Can't you see I'm drowning in your
expectations, oh so close to the brink? No, don't look
up to me, I'm not as nice as you think.
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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