I don’t understand

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 I don’t understand….

I don’t understand how we talked so much and you asked me “what are we doing here?”

I always said it’s up to you because you know where I am. 

It’s confusing to me that we would kiss and hold hands 

You didn’t want me to fall for you

But why would you treat me like I was fitting into your plans 

You always slipped and told me you loved me. 

I really thought I was your girlfriend to be

The guys would tell me how happy I made you. 

You even saved the gift bag for the present because of the sentimental value.

Sentimental value? 

That’s really funny 

I think you just thought of me as a sexual little bunny.

That night we spent and you kept questioning if I was your girlfriend now?

I said that’s up to you. 

But maybe I should have been more assertive because now my heart is split in two.

Because maybe if I was honest and said how much you made me happy 

You wouldn’t be with this other girl and I wouldn’t be writing poems that are all sappy 

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