Things are a little fuzzy when I think does he think of me at all, especially when he's seen the brink of my disaster. You just roll your eyes at my demise, tell me to put a plaster on it and get over it. You see me fall over, and soon it's all over and you have not got the patience to put up with it. Our conversation is awkward and I am clumsy, chat shit, so thick with the sensation of it. I remember the time and I wonder if you think of it at any point, I am joint to you at the hip even though you look at the lips you once kissed and are clearly dismissing me. You are ashamed of this and you're usually pissed at me. I give you a headache with all the mistakes I make and to be honest you've been less give and more take more often. So why is it that I soften when I see you? There is something that pulls me in and I'm so curious, you usually end up snapping at me, furious. There really is no point for me trying to play it cool, thing is I love you, so I act twice the fool. My palms are sweaty, waiting for you to come get me, I'm gonna stammer and try make some small talk but I reckon you'll always walk away from me. Any thing I thought you felt is a trip, not real, an illusion, so I should get over this delusion to avoid more confusion. But things is, I adore you completely and you ignoring defeats me but there's still something there. I know that some small spark in your heart cares. Thing is, I love you, are you aware?
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