50% is not a large enough number
to give me any sort of hope.
But somehow the feeling still mingles
in my mind.
Your respect for me
has probably hit the ground,
And I'm running
away from you over and over again.
How can you not see
how I fell for you?
Can't you see it
in my gaze?
Even rejection can turn into love
a year later.
Though even the majority vote
can fail.
But I hope that this chance
turns into something more.
Every day, I sit and stare
at you talking about what others consider nonsense.
I'd call you a wordsmith,
Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue.
I hunch in the corner of the group,
I came to sit by you everyday,
Listening to your laugh,
Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,
Knowing you don't feel the same.
my heart was ripped apart in seconds
and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.
those stitches won't stay
just like I know you won't.
you leave the conversations like deer,
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