Heather.
I hope that when you get in that car
You think of what you said to me
How grateful you truly are
And that you'd make it up to me.
Well, here it is, more than a week
No mail, no call, no texts.
And all of this only because of
A favor from your ex.
I'm not asking you to love me.
I'm not asking for that to end.
All I want, is for you to be
A true, genuine friend.
It's sick that when she's not around,
You can only reach out to me.
Is she truly than unsound
With her identity?
I'm not saying it should be me
But you deserve much better.
7 years, you still can't see.
ANYTHING is better, than Heather.
Copyright © Brielle Jacobs | Year Posted 2008
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