I told him yes, but
it never came from the heart.
I told him I love you, but
it never meant anything to me.
When we broke, he couldn’t understand why.
I’m cruel to have him by my side.
I’m a monster to let him go.
I can’t find peace in myself,
just fear and frustration
and the want to run away.
From what?
From him?
No, he is not scary, but his hand is
when it reaches
around my shoulder,
A silent declare that I am his.
When he kisses it’s like a brand,
I instinctively
squeeze my lips
to not let anything
in and when
I’m done I wipe the kiss away.
No, he doesn’t scare me, but
being something more
then friends does.
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