my life is made up of a series of bad decisions
“dear friend, thanks for the best years of my life, i mean that. you have been there for every step of the way & i’m so happy to have found someone like you cos without you i don’t know what i would do.”
if i didn’t know me, i’d think i was a lesbian
i guess you knew it from how i smiled
but everyone misses someone more then they would like to admit.
So I’m writing you a six-word letter with no return address to let you know.
“I gave you my very best”
i watched your sadness grow
i can see myself reflecting in your eyes
can i ever have more than your trust?
can i be enough?
can we ever talk about us?