The worst feeling is the talking stage.
Where things take off
and when they end badly
you look back on,
and wish it had never began.
It sucks when he's your only,
but your not his.
You begin to question everything.
The meaning behind his texts
How unique your conversations where from the others.
How overused his lines
that once made you blush were.
The time spent giggling
talking to your friends
about "mr. right."
How special you are,
Yourself...
and it is than that something once so special can become the complete opposite.
Nothing.
Meaningless.
-knr
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