I remember when we were friends
We talked about everything, and
Neither expected anything more
We knew there were boundaries
And neither dared to cross,
And risk destroying our friendship
I remember when my feelings for you
Slowly started to transform into something more
I tried to avoid these feelings, run and hide
I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had.
But you caught on realized how much I loved you
Realized you could use that to your advantage.
Then you had the perfect opportunity
We had to go on a drive that lasted forever
You knew I’d do anything for you, anything
You asked me to do it, at first I said no,
Then you said, ‘come on babe it’ll be fun’
And even though I knew it would kill me
To love you like I do, and just be there
At your disposal
I remember when I sat there
On the hotel bed, ready to cry,
Because I was a whore, I did
All the things I said I wouldn’t
I promised myself I wouldn’t
Do anything with you unless
We were together…….
I remember a time when we agreed
On not telling anyone, yet you told
As soon as you got the chance, and
I became the whore, why because you’re a guy.
A contest entry
- I remember when by sheltered.
700 points, ended November 1, 2008, 29 entries
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700 points, ended December 6, 2008, 45 entries
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Comments
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I'm heading right towards a situation like this myself.
this was really well written
& he certainly was no friend.
I hope you're okie now
thanks for entering
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i hope you don't get into this situation
it sucks and is almost impossible to get out.
i'm trying hard to get my mind off of him, and
trying hard to not let him use me still, yet i do.
it's not a good situation to be in.
~amanda.
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why is it so hard for friendship and love to coexist?
that was certainly no friend who would wait for an opportunity to pounce and then tear you down -
This is horribly well written...the sense of badness right from the start.
All the way to that horrible ending. How could he do that to you and then boast.
It must make you question the nature of the friendship that was. That friendship which had seemed to be good.
You have captured all the mixed emotions and hesitance and thought processes so well.
Not all guys are like that!!!
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