I loved her, Growing up together, But the separation of tertiary education, I became more selfish, I saw you were hurt, Majorly hurt, I hurt also, But it was you, And I had to withdraw myself, Away from you, I didn’t understand you see, I was being selfish to survive, To live another day to be selfish And to be able to be in your aura, Even though I knew you were hurting I needed to get better before So I could just see you In all that is a strong light. But you were hurting and I didn’t do anything, I selfishly sustained my desire over you to only see you later.
We are still friends, but I’m still finding my words to tell them. Should I tell them? And if I did would my heart understand something my brain tried too. WIP - will probably edit