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it was almost like sitting and waiting, frozen and stiff and pretending so, so hard that everything was fine like maybe if i faked it hard enough, i might believe it. i was playing at still being in love, wrapping the days up in a thick layer of haze and lazy hands managing to somehow find each other and swing slowly, rhythmically. it became habit, words translating easily from mouths to fingers to keyboards and brightly lit screens in early winter darkness. habit, like buying you cigarettes or waking to your voice at unearthly hours when i hardly dared to whisper; like asking thoughtlessly if you loved me and not caring that you lied when you breathed out a "yes". those last weeks were more like a show, a choreographed song-and-dance while i waited for the vase to stop wobbling and just fall off the table already. "you'll kill me someday, won't you?" but there isn't any doubt in your voice that i already have, and the admission of guilt comes out of your chapped lips with a cloud of smoke, the way it did when you whispered "i love you."
"i loved you."
"i like her."
"[goodbye]"
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i've stepped on so much glass but no one knows
"i loved you."
"i like her."
"[goodbye]"
CRASH
i've stepped on so much glass but no one knows
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Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me?
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me? It's not like it matters, it's not like it's hurting me...
Well, no, maybe that isn't true. It is hurting me. Why does it hurt me? It shouldn't matter that she isn't talking to me. It's not a big deal. It's not like she's ignoring me...
What if she's ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? She tells me she's busy. I believe her I really do, but there's always this part of me that tells me I'm just annoying. Why would someone want to talk to me? I'm not good enough...
I'm never good enough. I push myself, put so much pressure on myself. People tell me I'm good at things, but I can't see it. I can't belie
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Unexpected love
It all started so nonchalantly
I didn't even notice me
Falling for you like that
So innocently
Like little kids playing
I feel it so much
When you're next to me
I miss you so much
When you're not here with me
And it breaks my heart
To think that there's a possibility
That you don't think about me
When you close the door
And you close the lights
Do I haunt your dreams
Like you do mine
Like you always do mine
But the real tragedy
Is that even if you did it wouldn't matter, you see
Because a daydream is all I can do and be
For anybody
I want you
But I can't get over all this fucking insecurity
It's crushing me
I can't give you what yo
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Love The Way I Like It
It’s 3 am. 15 February and I am still waiting for him to come. Sitting in the veranda, sipping my watery cafe au lait. I don’t know how many ice cubes I’ve added to raise the water level. The sky’s dark and the wind’s cold, a typical rain season nights. The ground is moist and so is my eyes.
He’s not gonna come again.
I keep telling myself, but I just can’t stand the feeling. What if he comes when I am sleeping inside and he’s locked outside? I can already see him standing in front of my room, a bucket of flower he holds close to his chest ever so gently, his suit well pressed, his hair style
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