I'm Screwed
My True Emotions in Written Words – Poetry
I’m screwed.
I hang out with him and it feels like I’m developing feelings.
When I look at him, I’m scared that it’s a look of longing.
I already know he doesn’t feel the same.
Why would he?
He brings a smile to my face but I know it could never happen.
I’m with someone,
He was with one of my best friends.
I want to scream.
I think this is just a phase.
Why would I want to be with him?
He’s like my big brother.
I’m so screwed.
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S.H Butler
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