Maybe Mine.

I thought I knew.

I thought I knew

what I wanted.

It is my heart,

isn't it?

 

So, why would

I not know?

I, of all people,

should know.

 

They're my thoughts,

my feelings,

my heart.

Mine.

 

But I feel...

Selfish.

I knew

she wanted him

for herself.

 

I knew

she always thought

of him.

Not like a friend.

Like a secret love.

But I did too.

 

Did I?

 

Once I got him,

I realized that

I only want him as

a friend.

 

It freaks me out

when he calls me gorgeous.

When he calls me pretty.

When he looks at me

with that gaze.

 

I don't know.

What do I want?

 

Reviews

[Rae]

Thanks, boo.(: I base a lot of my poems with this kind of mood on my friends and some of their issues that they tell me about. Some are based on experiences I myself have had, though.
~Dear.Heart.

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I think it's very good! But is it true?