You told me I could always talk to you.
You told me your shoulder was mine to lean on.
That my tears’ wetting your shirt was an honor.
You told me you were my friend.
We kissed. We loved.
You told me your shoulder was mine to lean on.
That my tears’ wetting your shirt was an honor.
You told me you were my friend.
We kissed. We loved.
Silence.
You did not want me to talk to you anymore.
You hid your shoulder from me.
My tears fell to the ground unheeded.
You took away your friendship.
Now we are strangers.
Silence.
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