Friday

i seem to always make a mistake when it comes to you.
nothing seems to be simple, like it should've always been.
im seeing that my words aren't really meaning anything.
i don't know what you think, i don't know if i've ever known.

but. i left you. i pushed you away. i did the wrong thing. it was me.
not you. never you.
you were actually there for me, at the most crucial of times.

but i let you down. its all i seemed to do.
you've been the one getting hurt, and none of it has been fair.
you're this beautiful girl, far from a child anymore,
that has experienced so much, perhaps too much.
you've been there for others, even when you've been walked over.
you've taken the hits, the words, the taunts, the pain.
all of which you don't deserve.
i've seen you, noticed alot of little things.
and i dont know if it's worth saying anymore,
but you really do mean alot to me.

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