I’m worried, to be blunt
it seems as though you’ve grown bored
tired of my games
I decide
to silently give up, let my worst fears win
but you reignite
the little bit of life
still lingering within
I watch you play
with my things
and a hunger is reborn
my move.
you wash dishes peacefully
small talk. nothing romantic here
but your eyes linger
you smile dramatically
I would wash dishes
with you forever
if it meant you could be mine
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
I’m worried, to be blunt
it seems as though you’ve grown bored
tired of my games
I decide
to silently give up, let my worst fears win
but you reignite
the little bit of life
still lingering within
I watch you play
with my things
and a hunger is reborn
my move.
you wash dishes peacefully
small talk. nothing romantic here
but your eyes linger
you smile dramatically
I would wash dishes
with you forever
if it meant you could be mine
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