The Percent

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. 

 

izz_midnight

NH

15 years old

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