you stare at me
from across the room,
like im your rival.
im still not sure
if you hate me
or just dislike me.
maybe you're just waiting
for me
to trip
so you can say --
"i told you so"
we could've been friends --
could've been more than.
what did i do
to get put in this position?
do you even hate me?
am i a rival to you?
because im too tired
of pretending
that there's nothing here.
because the silence
is too loud,
it burns my head.
i want to work this out,
where the static
can turn
to rhythm.
when the silence
finally
vanishes
and the burning
stops.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC
you stare at me
from across the room,
like im your rival.
im still not sure
if you hate me
or just dislike me.
maybe you're just waiting
for me
to trip
so you can say --
"i told you so"
we could've been friends --
could've been more than.
what did i do
to get put in this position?
do you even hate me?
am i a rival to you?
because im too tired
of pretending
that there's nothing here.
because the silence
is too loud,
it burns my head.
i want to work this out,
where the static
can turn
to rhythm.
when the silence
finally
vanishes
and the burning
stops.
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