Infatuation

INFATUATION.
I think it ended, well, actually it end
it was like a summer breeze
or maybe was something without sense
if you just don't want something
why you say it like that?
or why you just want to bother me
when I can't even rhyme?
Then you took all of me
my stuff and mind
and also the most important thing: my sight
It doesn't matter if you continue
in fact would be great, it would be easier for you, than for myself
I guess its on your nature, I mean, the word "forget"
you do it all the time, like It was stuff without a name
But why now you are with her?
I don't care if you are only friends, but why you hug her?
and don't even touch my hand?
You do the things, you did with me, I know you want nothing
but jealousy sometimes is here.
She wants nothing either, and she understands.
but of course it is hard for me when I have to turn around.
She says that is nothing to worry, and I understand.
But the porblem is not her, is just the thing called trust.
His trust is failing, she knows that. That's why she is always telling him
"what the hell have you done?".
She is pissed sometimes, you know, with the whole fact.
But also she knows that is not great to do it with my sight around.
I accepted by the time, It was obvious, he is always like that.
there is nothing, that's notorious. It was only me who was tricked by his hugs-.
Everything arrived, everything dissapear. It just you and me
or I guess just me.
Now is easier. But why do I feel embarrassed in front of you?
Sometimes you treat me like trash, or sometimes just nice.
But why it always has to be on your damn time?
Okey, fine!, leave it all behind, I know you won't return
but at least you will survive
About the things that are with me, I would be fine.
Just pretending like nothing happened- like anything collide.
Of course its progressing, things are fine
but we wont be the same, just as mates.
Things are still in the air, questions to answer
betrayes to forget.
I'm not talking about love by the way. Just Hate
Something ordinary common, you know, which sometimes is called "YOURSELF"

by P.W

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