treason
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A kiss on the forehead
Is a gesture of betrayal
It's not a kiss of love
Filled with joy and humor.
3rd grade.
We were best friends,
Playdates 3 times a week,
Soccer tournaments together.
Ithinkthismightbelove…
5th grade.
It wasn't you, it was me.
I shouldn't had left you.
It's just that, things weren't working out.
You know it's true.
I was miserable and unhappy.
I found myself aching to get away.
