Tuesday, January 12, 2010


I see you.
You, sitting there, right and 5 feet away.
Don't think I can't hear you.
Because every time you ignore me to my face and speak those hurting words that say
I hate you
I soak in a little more pain,
Your spoken fragments crush my sense of judgement,
And my confidence slowly withers away
Until I am left as
the laughing stock,
the screwball,
the freak.
Don't even try to lie.
Don't even say "it was a mistake and I couldn't think around you".
I know you better than you think.

Yes, I know I lost.
You don't have to make it worse.

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