What We Use To Be - Poem by Pissed Off
I still think of us and what we were.
We were the two that had
fallen in love we thought.
Lies were exchanged
And hurt feelings were left.
But now all i want to say
Is i still have feelings for you.
I always will.
I can't seem to every get over you,
I keep running back for more.
We were off and on for a few years.
Decieding over love or hate.
Everytime i saw you get a new girl
i felt jealous and angry.
And then i would manage to fall
Head over heels in love.
We parted just to get back together.
Kiss and makeup.
But i grew tired of this.
My feelings were always crushed
By you and your words.
The fights that we got into were natsy
And unbearable to go through.
I finally tired to let go of you completly.
I met Him.
He was your friend that was always there.
He was the one i would talk
to till it was so late i fell asleep.
I was still going out with you but i didnt want to.
It was boring and painful for me
To let the relationship drag on by a dangling thread.
We broke that day,
going our seperate ways.
Departing into a different part of our lives.
He was charming and asked me out a week after,
But you didnt seem to mind at first,
Because you had your own litte fling to keep your mind off me.
She wasnt a close friend,
But it still made me angry.
You had moved on,
So would I.
I deciede to go out with your friend.
i get a message from you.
'How could you so that? Thats my best friend'
i sit there staring at this message.
My face shows expression of defeat,
tears start to crawl down my cheeks
And a lump forms in my throat.
I'm happy so is he isnt he?
Tired of this jealous feeling that i have for him.
I want you to like me,
But i'll get over it,
because i have him.
His long talks,
and happy smiles.
Makes me crazy about him.
What we used to be is over,
im moving on to him.
((The one i need to set things straight))
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