Strange? One moment I'm yours, Next I know I'm "quite a mess". Some days you love me, Other days it's hatred.
It isn't quite obvious, What am I to you. Are we really lovers? Are we just friends?
You let me go so easily, Yet say I'm your favorite. You wanna pull me closer, Still push me away like the rest.
Sometimes this feels so good. Sometimes our spark just ends. Are we another Ross and Rachel, Or are we just friends?
- Shazia
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A/N:
To my readers, I know it sucks to be just a "friend" in the eyes of someone who you love. But what sucks more is the feeling of confusion... Of whether that person loves you or is just being a nice friend to you.
If you relate to this poem, there's only one piece of advice that I will give to you as an older sister: if he loves you, you'll know that. If he doesn't, you'll be confused. I wish my younger self knew this, but certain lessons are needed to be learnt.
