Wrong and right

Sometimes i hardly even know the difference

I call it love,she calls it being desperate

What i call affection, she calls annoying mundane and repulsive

Yet we remain friends to an extent

I can feel the tension seethe as the we converse

Unknown to those around us but felt deep in my heart

I thought there was still something but after what happened who knows

Knowing the personallity of who i am i probably am simply trying to hold on to the part

The piece of my life where i enjoyed it the most

Yet to whose expense, I obvouisly have hidden intentions behind whatever i do

But i am really ignorant of the effects what ever i am doing

Its just another bullet in the gun that i plan to use to get my eternal freedom

I really am started to hate myself

 

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[Vintage]

nice poem. honest.