Strangers …

On my mind constantly I try to stop it

Getting ignored 

Feelings of scorn 

I try to stop them


I hate that I lust for you 

The way I long for you 

The way I love on you 

I hate it 


My feelings are the definition of confused

Mislead, feeling misused

Abused

Taken for granted 

I hate it 


I tell myself to stop but the shit won’t go away 

I feel ashamed 

Wondering how my friends perceive me 

They always believe me 

You cause me to come off as a hypocrite 

Deceiving 

I hate it 


I forgive you 

Relive the shit 

Forget you

You’re full of it 

Here we go again 


Kissing

Touching 

Everything is fine 

It’s not 


Because next week, next week 

We’ll be strangers…

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