It was past midnight and emotions were on full blast, sifting through every ounce of my body until it amounted to a complete numbness.
Or perhaps it was the liquor that resided so comfortably within my system.
Regardless, you cornered yourself in my heart merely nine months ago, and though you banished without hesitation, a part of you still sticks to me like glue.
I wonder if I'm ever a thought that dashes across your mind.
I guess I wouldn't know now.
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The over-used phrase "I love you" had never poisoned the air between me and a boy I admired. [not until you] I would swallow the words before I made the mistake to reveal my heart.
It gets tattered and stepped on that way, you know.
Of course you knew.
I was draped in innocence with a go-lucky demeanor and an optimistic soul.
Maybe you liked that about me;
I guess I wouldn't know now.
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I had never had someone fall so quickly into the palm of my hand. I was astounded and thrown off guard, because here was a beautiful blue-eyed damaged soul who bargained that I save him.
Sure, I put on my cape and soared through your darkest thoughts, hoping to eliminate them with a quirky smile or to hold you so tightly I could feel you breathe.
But you set me on a pedestal so high off the ground that reality wasn't something I could grasp anymore.
"You're perfect, everything about you is perfect."
I cringed at the word, because I knew I nowhere near resembled perfection.
But you drowned me in pretty words that made my heart smile.
You showed me off in public because you were that proud to call yourself mine.
I thought I was enough, you thought I was enough.
I wasn't.
But you "really care about me", right?
I guess I wouldn't know now.
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I feel so simple-minded because we barely had a chance;
it's for the better, I know.
but maybe someday the thought of you won't make my stomach hurt.
Maybe ultimately, we will be able to hold a conversation, face to face, without falling apart.
Or maybe I really did love you;
maybe some twisted part of you really did love me.