October 30, 2017
By Anonymous

here’s the story I call my own
although it may shame me.
it brings me tears
and and i relive my fears
of all of what we used to be.

he goes by Unamed
so he doesn’t feel shamed
and i take all of the hate
he said he cared
and i believed him too
until it was all but too late.

the day i first met him
i fell down through in love
our friendship flew by
he was all i could speak of

my friends didn’t understand
they couldn’t see why
they only saw my smiles
they still don’t see through the lies

he haunts me in my dreams
and everything he did,
i’m just not as okay as i seem.

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