Attached, by Stacey
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Why am I so attached to the feeling that well not last.
Why do I let you guys run my life like you are god to me. I
know I should forget about each and everyone of you but my
mind wont let me. I sit in my room full of darkness tears
running down my cheeks and thinking about what could I have
done differently. "you can't change what is done my best
friend says to me". I was curious about sexuality and what I
did to undo my curiousity they never called me again. I
tried to figure out what I did wrong. I gave them what they
wanted so why wouldent they call. After weeks without word I
figured I did something wrong and I started to blame myself.
So one night I got a call he wanted to hang out I ofcourse
said yes. Why wouldent I. We hung out at his place I figured
it was okay I mean atleast he was talking to me. I gave him
what he wanted I mean at least he wanted to see me. He
dropped me home and never called me after that. Four weeks
went by he called again. He wanted to hang out. Ofcourse I
said yes. Same thing happened never called until 4 weeks
later. Than I realized a pattern he just wanted a bootie
call. I still gave him what he wanted because I refused to
believe he didn't care about me. The last time I heard from
him was last year.I'm still attached to him and others I
don't know why maybe I care about him because he was first,
or my first crush , or I just like him , for what ever
reason I'm still attached. |
Posted: 2005-10-29 18:30:43 UTC |
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2005-11-07 17:02:55 | wishing_on_stars |
I'm sorry hon. Some guys are just jerks.
Excellent poem! |