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Dec 2014
i could feel your eyes on me as i laughed
i looked up across the room and there you were
looking straight back
you weren't wearing your glasses
and i don't know about your contacts
so i don't know how much of me you could see
even though i've shown you more than most will ever
i'm sorry for that burden
that painful privilege
i hope you could see me today
well enough to notice my hesitation before i looked back
to the source of my cheer
you are the source of confusion
my desire has been untangling itself but i fear i'll never be free
and i'll be stuck under your gaze
while you continue to not love me
It was funny.
Until I saw you,
Then I was a little sad.
My glasses don't help me see you any clearer love.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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