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No strings attached
Why do these tears keep on falling?
Why do I care so much?
Why does it seem like this feeling has become forbidden?
At the beginning we were just friends…friends with hidden desire.
Till now I have just felt as though I was ok.
You made me feel this rush.This excitement.
Ok with just being your friend, and that a relationship would never occur.
But now I am stuck.
I feel like I have just been used.
Used by someone that was supposed to be one of my best friends.
Supposed to be there.
Do I deserve such a fate… to be alone?
To feel as though I am not worth love?
Not worth anything, as though I am just a good time.
A feeling as though it is my fault and I did this to myself?
I was the one who said it was alright but yet I never knew feelings would come,
Why do I care?
Why did I start to like you after we took it to the next level?
Why not before? Isnt that how its supposed to be?
I am mad at myself now for giving in.
For thinking that if I kept being your “special friend” that you would fall too,
I feel as though I have done something wrong to make me feel this way.
But why did I let you in? Why?
When I knew you were a flirt and had potential to hurt me?
Yet I still do it. I still let you in.
Not only into my body…but most importantly into my mind and heart?
I wish I was brave.
Brave enough to tell you this but yet I cant.
Because I made that pact of no strings attached.