Let's start with the good, When I asked if I should. Should I pursue, and give myself to you? A friend is a friend, but when you kissed me;
You pulled out a part of me you don't deserve to see.
I held your soft hands and held your sea green gaze, I looked to your soul and saw flashes of pain, flashes of beauty and a glimmer of hope;
Hoping that we were not meant to be.
The guy you pulled out with a kiss is a fool, a sucker for love and an ignorant tool. He played by your rules and he kicked your ***.
Don't prey on the good men who still have some class.
I admit that the things that I told you were bad, and sorry, not really, for making you sad, I'll miss being able to call you my buddy;
You get what you give when you're selfish and slutty.
This poem has a long story to it. It involves a girl I once called a friend who basically led me to believe that she wanted to pursue a relationship or ***. But apparently, "she was just playing a game". I'll admit I played my role in ******* myself over by putting on the rose colored glasses for a while, but it recently ended with me trying to apologize to her for making fun of her, her refusing to accept my apology and playing the victim, and I called her a ****. So yeah, we don't talk anymore