We're quickly growing apart.
You ignore me.
We don't talk.
You'll look at me from across the room,
Like you're looking right through me.
But you'll never walk over, let alone say anything.
Maybe it's my fault,
Maybe I was too boring,
Or that I never gifted you.
I'm sorry I didn't meet you're expectations.
But I tried and In will continue to try until, you give up on me completely.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
We're quickly growing apart.
You ignore me.
We don't talk.
You'll look at me from across the room,
Like you're looking right through me.
But you'll never walk over, let alone say anything.
Maybe it's my fault,
Maybe I was too boring,
Or that I never gifted you.
I'm sorry I didn't meet you're expectations.
But I tried and In will continue to try until, you give up on me completely.
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