She put herself in your shoes.
And her heart started to hurt
like yours.
Her recent alterations get her confused.
She was close to him
and things would be spoken of
as easy as counting
and perhaps her tongue would slip
and she didn’t see or feel it
a mistake.
Then in a way it was known,
that she hurt you.
She wonders after all these
previous fights, you guys had
been able to establish a friendship.
She enjoys your company.
Dear friend, she doesn’t want to let you go.
She is the mistake
And I can only wait on you
I’m sorry...
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