Hurt And Confusion

The confusion,
Friends and those who are more than,
There's never a conclusion,
You're happy with your more than,
Then your friends add the drama,
What's up with all the bad karma,
There is no end.

You've done some things,
You're not too proud of,
It still stings,
But the love,
Makes it all go away,
When you have a bad day.

The more than's on your mind,
Seems like you're behind,
It seems like you can,
Just run back,
And say, 'Dam, '
But seeing them together draws you back,
You feel like the more than won't care if you die,
It's okay, now you can cry.

by Alyssa Boccardo

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