Things worked in reverse.
We became friends,
But dated first.
Why are we so backwards?
We jumped in first,
Exchanging short spurts of words.
I didn’t know you very well until now,
And that bothers me.
Why was this something I allowed?
Things are deeper with you,
Than with almost anyone else,
And I’ve been untrue.
Lying to the one I love,
It’s wrong, but he doesn’t understand,
I can’t just shove you away.
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