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crying over a boy introduces a new sadness to your nearly dry tear ducts sure, you cry over the bachelor or a nicholas sparks novel but when the boy is real and tangible losing him hits harder you'd grown accustomed to him seeing him smile watching his adam's apple bob in his throat when he laughed hearing him sing in the car hearing him breathe he was alive and you'd drop everything when his name was the one on your phone screen you'd try to respond as soon as you could because then he could respond sooner you weren't afraid of running him off because you knew he would never leave so when he did you had to adjust seeing someone whose smile was just barely his would break you making your friends laugh but only wanting to hear that strange and subtle way he would laugh singing along to the radio despite knowing that he'll never know the lyrics to your song and you'll never get to laugh about it with him breathing even though it hurts even though he's gone you still check your notifications for his name and you realize maybe he ran away because you weren't worth the chase and your boy tears stain your face revealing the patches where your foundation once was
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
boy tears
crying over a boy introduces a new sadness to your nearly dry tear ducts sure, you cry over the bachelor or a nicholas sparks novel but when the boy is real and tangible losing him hits harder you'd grown accustomed to him seeing him smile watching his adam's apple bob in his throat when he laughed hearing him sing in the car hearing him breathe he was alive and you'd drop everything when his name was the one on your phone screen you'd try to respond as soon as you could because then he could respond sooner you weren't afraid of running him off because you knew he would never leave so when he did you had to adjust seeing someone whose smile was just barely his would break you making your friends laugh but only wanting to hear that strange and subtle way he would laugh singing along to the radio despite knowing that he'll never know the lyrics to your song and you'll never get to laugh about it with him breathing even though it hurts even though he's gone you still check your notifications for his name and you realize maybe he ran away because you weren't worth the chase and your boy tears stain your face revealing the patches where your foundation once was
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
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