Your Choice

Don't worry

even though I want to,

we don't have to speak.

It's not like we

made up or anything.

Over the summer.

Alone.

Around friends,

your little poser friends,

remember them,

you're just macho.

You're the man!

Around me?

We're supposed to be friends.

We spoke the first time in

seven months

and you jokingly insulted

me.

How dare you?

Maybe I should've known

better.

I know the truth now.

I should have known better.

Now you do, too.

And I'll never have to ask

ever again

how you could dare.

It's always been your choice.

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I feel like you're really speaking from the heart on this one. everyone has fealt like that at one point or another. This peom would be great in a zine aimed at adolescent women. It really highlights the imaturity of today's youth, escpecially when it comes to feelings and love. I think maybe you should try to highlight how immature it truly was. When you look in retrospect you will see more clearly how the betrayel was less hurtful than it was immature. Please keep writing and journeling, your rhythm is fantastic!