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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

To: C.G. You Know Who You Are

Everyday, first period
And lunch.
We sit together
Yet we're miles apart.
I wish I knew your thoughts.
Things aren't the same
You say everything is "fine,"
But we don't talk anymore.
We used to get in-depth
Simple-minded topics
Is all this is composed of,
Anymore.
Are you lying?
To me,
To yourself,
To the world?
Been pondering your advice
The comment on my blog.
I might take it and date N.A.
But what if I crave more?
Someone to make me happy
Until the apocalypse.
I can't watch you with her.
I glance away when you kiss,
When you hug.
I notice that you can't
Look me in the eyes
When she is present.
Do you think it hurts me?
Four years is a long time, Love.
But seven months is eternity!
You won't choose me next
And we both know it.
I challenge you
To choose someone else.
I don't blame you for trying
To place some distance between us.
How many years will pass
Before the "fucking hard times" pass?

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