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What's Wrong?
You asked me what’s wrong,
What’s wrong is her
My feelings
My view of you
And my capability to trust others
I want to trust you
I want to trust her
But I can’t
I’ve been screwed over so many times
That I am incapable of trust
Incapable of having others trust me
Incapable of trusting others
Incapable of trusting myself
You ask me what’s wrong
I want to tell you
But you’ll deny it
The problem is you're not able to see it the way I do
I want to think you can
But I know you can’t
I’ve been through this
With you
Once before
Why do I keep going back
When things keep going the same way it has before
Why do I keep trying to see the best in you
When I know I’ll be searching for eternity
I love you
I think
I don’t know why
There’s just something about you that
draws me back again and again
But I can’t help to wonder if
I’m not that somebody for you as well
You ask me what’s wrong
I go to tell you
I change my mind
Because the words you are going to say
Are not the ones I need to hear
They are not the words to confirm my feelings
Honestly though
I don’t know if I want to know
I don’t know if I want that confirmation
Maybe
If I do get the confirmation
I can let it go
Or Maybe
I’ll let you go
And that’s what I’m afraid of
And in the long run
That’s ultimately my issue
The fear of losing you
Once again
I don’t know if I can handle it
All Over again
With that confirmation
My love
Demolished
Once again
My love
Forgotten
Again
My Heart
Broken
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My name is Tabitha Washburn, I go by Brea (br-ee). I am 15 years old. I'm having some thoughts about my boyfriend at the moment and decided to write about it. Turns out I really like what I wrote.