I'm so sick.
Talking about him,
talking about you,
telling my friends about us
like your name is someone else's.
If you're listening
at this party,
I hope you
hear the times
I hold back
from cracking jokes
with you.
Or at least
notice when
my lines
aren't
landing
because I catch
your eye
and
my
frame
breaks.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
I'm so sick.
Talking about him,
talking about you,
telling my friends about us
like your name is someone else's.
If you're listening
at this party,
I hope you
hear the times
I hold back
from cracking jokes
with you.
Or at least
notice when
my lines
aren't
landing
because I catch
your eye
and
my
frame
breaks.
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