i.
he takes photos of everything
but i know he won’t go back and look at the ones of
me.
i feel stupid for hoping he will
because it’s been a year
and i still can’t get him out of my head.
ii.
i miss him and i hate him and i love him.
he doesn’t know me (and i don’t know him)
but i want to.
iii.
he fell in love with another girl
and here i am;
waiting for something that isn’t coming
and i need to stop.
iv.
the ancient egyptians believed the heart was the organ of thought.
i wish i could pull mine out and be silent for once.
he takes photos of everything
but i know he won’t go back and look at the ones of
me.
i feel stupid for hoping he will
because it’s been a year
and i still can’t get him out of my head.
ii.
i miss him and i hate him and i love him.
he doesn’t know me (and i don’t know him)
but i want to.
iii.
he fell in love with another girl
and here i am;
waiting for something that isn’t coming
and i need to stop.
iv.
the ancient egyptians believed the heart was the organ of thought.
i wish i could pull mine out and be silent for once.
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