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3d
I use up all the space in my head
wondering what’s going on in yours
and I spend my days on my knees
praying to the lord
and I may not have believed in God
before I met you
But I keep hoping if I beg enough
he’ll have to let me through
I don’t know anyone else who
could change your mind
So I hope God will call on you to
give this another try
And I imagine how insane you’d find me
If you knew the things inside my brain
So I spend my time hoping maybe you’d do the same
If I imagine your name enough it’ll just have to manifest
So I never let my phone die just in case you text
It hurts too much to believe that you weren’t who you said
So just say anything and we can do it all again

And they say God doesn’t talk back but he used to send me signs
And this week he’s being quiet so I’m starting to lose my mind
Because if God is saying it’s over and I still don’t believe it-
Will I ever stop living at your convenience?
If all the space in my mind is reserved for you
Will the pieces left of me disappear too?
And how is that you don’t care at all?
When I’ve become religious just hoping that you’ll call.
Am I really as stupid as I thought?
I guess if I was smart
I’d know how to move on
I guess if I was smart
I’d know how to forget
instead of sitting around
wanting to do it again.
But if we tried one more time
I wonder if I’d notice?
The exact moment where
I started to blow it
I wonder if I could pinpoint
The last message you sent
Where you truly liked me
And it wasn’t in my head.
I wonder if I could save this
Or make you want to fight
And even if I couldn’t
I’d still be willing to pay the price.

But maybe I’m not smart
Maybe I’m not slick
But I promise if you text me
I’ll ******* act like it.
to the boy with a girls name
Written by
abby  23/F/Connecticut
(23/F/Connecticut)   
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