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Friday, October 2, 2009
I Want You
You always came to me with your problems even if you only ever wanted someone to listen or a shoulder to cry on.
You always said “you are such a great friend” and “how I wish I could find someone like you,” but I’m always there for you even if you don’t know it. It always hurt me when you would find someone else without ever looking in my direction.
Every time you “new” boyfriend left you I would feel hope that you might finally be mine but still I was only your friend. On those magical nights where I got to watch you sleep I would fantasize about the future.
I would try to tell you how I feel but you would always think I was talking about someone else. I can’t take it anymore, I have to be with you.
You told me of your crush on the new guy in my building. He was nice and invited me in almost immediately. He never saw it coming, they never do. I didn’t hide this one like the rest. I came straight to your place. If you won’t take me as I am maybe with my new skin you will.
I ring your doorbell, my heart flutters with excitement. I hear you foot steps approach, your old boyfriends weren’t good enough for you.
The lock unlocks, they got what they deserved.
The door opens, no will ever find them.
Your eyes widen and you mouth drops, no one suspects the quiet girl. You shriek with joy and run upstairs, flashing lights flood the street.
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Credits to: xToxicblood
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