At one point
in my life
you were
the only
one I truly
trusted but,
now you are
the last one
I would ever
trust or even
utter a single
word to.

Beautiful.
What is
beautiful*?
Clearly,
it's something
I am not
if no one
dares to
look at
me in
such a
way, or
even utter
such a
word to
me.

She loved
him more
than he
could ever
love her.
She knew
she had
to let go,
so he
could
finally be
happy with
the one he
deeply and
truly loved.
To lift
the burden
that she
was, off
his shoulders.

My heart
shattered into
a billion pieces
like glass
hitting the
pavement
as I saw you
kiss her,
wishing it was
me.

You had called me
a word
I had never heard.
You called me
a word
I did not know
I could be.
You called me
a word
that made me fall,
that made me fall so
**** hard for over
four long straight
years.
All because of that
one foreign word
you had called me...
Beautiful.

I don't know...
Is it so bad to
want a friendship
you once had back?
One that you miss so much,
that your heart aches?
One that you miss so much,
you get so anxious and begin to
to cry when you're alone in
your room at night?
One that you miss so much,
that when you see them
you can't breathe and can't help
but shake?
If that's that's the case,
then call me me a
******* criminal.

What would you
like to recoil?
Our friendship?
Our feelings for
one another?
Well, mostly mine.
Or just nothing?
Personally, I
would like to
forget you completely,
which i think you would
prefer as well,
or you really could
care less.
So let's be nothing,
just as if we had
never met.