to dollface:
please stop doing what you're doing. i may be naive, but i'm not blind and neither are you and i can see your eyes no matter how tightly they're closed.
to friend:
i'm sorry, it was stupid, i was stupid. it's over but i'm too afraid to tell you that because i know i was wrong and so do you and i don't deserve you.
to you:
i'm not sure what this is, but i'm liking it. i don't think it is anyway, but i'm liking even that.
and to you:
there's a part of me that tells everybody the regular painful stuff through the pretty verses and metaphors. there's a part of me that laughs at everything and sweeps all the uncomfortable stuff off to the side. recently i've discovered this other part of me: it's you, coated in dust and hiding behind a broomstick, stirring up all these feelings i thought i was lucky enough not to have. that's all i have to say about that.
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