assignment araya gave me

it's not that you lied
it's not like you even cheated
you didn't do anything wrong
but you did
I can't remember what ended it
I remember getting jealous
jealous of you and him
I remember you slowly texting me less and less
I remember you getting less and less interested
I remember being mad
I remember being sad
now we're friends and that's enough for you
it's not for me
I want you to want me
I want you to have a huge thing for me
I want control
I want you back
I want
we texted about a week ago and you said
"you kinda shut me down, if ya hadn't of done that,
who knows where we'd be now"
who knows
I do.
so basically that's giving me false hope.
false hope.
false cope.

I feel like I've been exaggerating what's really happening with these poems and making it a bigger deal than it is. if I keep writing honest poems about him this will help clear my head. thank you so much for the best advice ever araya. I seriously consider you like a best friend even though we live in different countries and don't talk much.