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Sep 2020
I wait for each message like a dog waits for his master to throw the ball.
Wagging my tail like a stray puppy that's been offered scraps from a picnic.

And perhaps that's all I am to you.

A charity case,
lost cause,
ego boost.

Who knows?
Maybe I am merely a passage of time until you can find something real.

Maybe I am just a bird with too much imagination.
Or a cat taking too long of a nap.

Or maybe one day you will walk me down the aisle
and I will know, just as you do,
that irrationality is my biggest flaw.

Perhaps we are just friends who are in way too deep,
or maybe I am clinging to feelings that shouldn't exist.

At this point,
I'll take what I can get.
Written by
Jackal  16/Non-binary
   Imran Islam
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