love me not

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I wrote all these poems

just for him to not realize

that everything from my

loud whispers of love,

to my 

silent screams of loss,

always came back to him 

as if the only thing I knew

was the way he would tell me he loved me,

with no intent of keeping me.

He loves me.

he

loves

me

not.


- when he asks if we can still be friends

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