TB (June 15,19- / Knoxville, TN)

He Call's Me Friend

I wanted more, but he call's me friend.
I fell for him and thought he felt the same, but he call's me friend.
I had hoped he would stay, but he call's me his friend.
I have to let him go.
Maybe he will return when he think's i am more than a friend.
I will survive if he only call's me his friend.
He has his life to live, and i am not part of it, except to be his friend.
That should be enough.
He still call's me his friend.

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