By Iris Aloe
2 guys just walked off,
The guy on the left
I was lowkey kinda flirty with
And I’d be attracted to him,
If it weren’t for two things
That haunted me this afternoon
Number 1, he keeps using my things,
Without permission
The lack of maturity is genuinely astounding
Number 2,
He’s best friends with my ex
I see the resemblance,
That drew them to each other,
Cause both don’t understand boundaries
And as they walk off,
I wonder if I’m the topic of conversation
I wonder if he’s asking again what happened,
Cause I seem so kind and genuine
I wonder if he will continue spreading this lie,
That he’s a victim, and I’m ruthless
But when both turned around to say goodbye,
I flashed back to the field
Where we separated in the spring
I was going to my class
And you were going to go to pull strings
And now I’m intensely wondering,
With this story you’ve strewn:
How many friends do you have?
And how many girls do you lack?
Why do these guys all believe your lies?
Logical fallacies are blatant
But I shouldn’t be surprised because your friends,
Are a specific type of blind
But the thing I’m most disappointed in,
Are the girls who remained at your side
They refused to see through your argument,
They blew out their own light
And they are shit-talking me,
You’re sending me screenshots
Now they try to converse so casually
And additionally,
Today I discovered
The only duo I’ve been in love with,
Are grand companions
What an amazing thing to know,
I also felt fantastic that my first was still an awesome person
But apparently not,
If he’s your acquaintance
You collect a specific conglomerate of peers,
None of them can be trusted, I fear
Of course,
My taste,
Turned out,
This way,
I feel,
Delighted,
With myself
I was so desperate,
I fell
But my girls are always there for support
So while your friends, are large in number,
Mine will be here, for forever