i hope you know
the closer you sit,
and the more you stare,
into blank air,
nothing will change.
the more you try
and pry and pry
to be someone you can't.
nothing will change.
just know that at the funeral of this so called "love,"
i won't be one to show.
i warned you, long ago.
YOU ARE READING
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