You Don't Know

May 30, 2010
By LiteraryJustice PLATINUM, Alexandria, Virginia
LiteraryJustice PLATINUM, Alexandria, Virginia
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You talk to me like you don't know,
The pain inside my heart.
You talk to me like it’s a joke,
But you and me,
We both know.

You talk to me like you don't know,
What you've done,
And how it hurts.
You talk to me like it doesn't matter,
But is that true?
It doesn't matter?

If we're so close then why don't you know,
About the pain inside my heart?
The pain you caused when you said 'yes',
And joked,
And played around.

I'll admit I helped,
I'll admit I saw,
I'll admit I was in on the joke.
But you're sitting there,
Like you don't know,
The pain inside my heart.

What used to be the three of us has shrunken down to one,
What used to be happiness has slowly been undone,
I used to think that it was perfect,
I thought that it was best...

But you're sitting there like you don't know,
And I wonder,
Does it show?
How much I want to turn back time,
And all the things that I regret.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece a few years ago in response to a personal experience I had involving myself and two of my close friends. I guess even when you're in high school the matters of friendship and love can get tricky. This poem is dedicated to my best friend and a certain guy we used to 'share'.

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