Listening to the Siren's Song

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That first time was nothing
to you but a convenience;
and yet for me, it stayed on my mind,
something to reminisce.

We started spending time,
got closer. Became besties;
no one has ever been
quite as close to me.

I began to trust you, though
that lays against my rules.
I saw you more and more often;
at my home, at school.

I can never express to you
the happiness you bring...
You bring a smile to my lips,
and make my heart sing.

No, I don't know quite how, quite when.
But you made your way into my heart,
and ever since that happened,
you are someone from whom I can't be apart.

My naive little heart, it trusted you too much.
You never even held it in your hands,
and yet you've torn it more
than I knew someone can.

You told me your heart wanted me, and
I believed you;
how can something from the lips of an angel
possibly be untrue?

And yet, you lied.
Fucking lied.
A few days later,
you and her were side-by-side.

I believed I could make you happy,
but that is a fairytale not allowed to exist.
I was in and out of your heart;
there was nothing from you behind any kiss.

It kills me how I loved again
and get kicked to the curb, no more than a friend.

Sure, it happens every day; many tears
are cried by many different eyes.
But that makes it no easier when I
am the one who cries.

You talk to me about her
so casually;
I'm glad you don't know
how it upsets me.

And yet when you are with me,
and we cuddle, I
let it happen and it makes me so happy,
as though over you I've never cried.

I'd never want you unhappy, and never
would I leave.
Being at the least friends with you
is more than I can believe.

I can't help loving you, but
that is my own damn fault...
Even though you made me believe my love
was welcomed and not an assault.

But you're with her. I hope
you are fucking happy as you'll ever be;
and yet I know, to my spite, I'll still come running
if you ever call for me.