Looking Out Across the Lake

5.8.08

Looking out across the lake

You’re writing.

Stupid English teacher thinks

That you’re writing about nature – about the wild.

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I don’t hate you.

I really don’t,

You think I do?

I’m sorry.

I thought you hated me

And wanted me gone

And I did my best

To do that much for you.

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I still love you too,

I know I am impulsive

-I act before I think

It’s who I am,

And no matter who you are

I can’t change that for anyone

- but me.

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And as for the right thing.

I don’t see the world as black and white

It’s all grey

No right, no wrong.

Just choices.

None right,

None wrong.

Just different results.

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Do you want me back?

I miss you.

Do you want our friendship back?

Does it matter that much to you?

It’s not too late.

I’m here for you.

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And I know you hate it when I say that,

But I always mean it

And sometimes

It’s all I’ve got.

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I’m here for you.

Even if you hate me.

A/N: This is written for a friend. We've had a few troubles with our friendship...