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I see your face
I crave your company
why am I so full of wanting?
enamored with your smile
your roaming fingers
entranced by what is
behind your eyes
I'll grow close to you
take your love
and **** it dry
I
am
a monster.
never satisfied.
Moving on.
I hate the phrase.
You just don't understand,
That my mind is a maze.

I'm alone and I'm scared.
I need someone to be there.
To tell me it will be okay,
After I've dreamt of you.

Do you not yet realize,
How bad it hurts
To have to get out of bed?

I don't have the luxury of wallowing in these sorrows.
I have to spend 7 hours thinking about you,
And normal high school things.
Then go home, just to think of you more.
  
You just don't understand.
What you think is moving on, is my dependency on others to survive. I thought you understood that?
The Beatles were wrong.
Sometimes, love isn't all you need.
With a blind eye, a deaf ear, and unending love,
Maybe we would succeed. . .
But words can't be taken back;
Things can't be left unsaid.
Distance is the silent killer. . .
And as I lie here in my bed
I think of you, and what we had.
I hope you have good dreams
But what is more? I realize that
*I don't regret a thing.
Haven't written anything in months... I'm trying to ease myself back into it.
7 minutes.**

I take 7 minutes each day:
To talk to you.
To admire you.
To fall a little bit harder.
To want you a little bit more.

I take 7 minutes each day:
To be jealous of her.
To be upset that you don't look at me like that,
that you don't hold me like that.
To die a little when's she's around.

There is 365 days in a normal year.
I take 2 555 minutes of that year to love you,
That's 153 300 seconds.
The best thing is ...
It's been 6 years.

But you're just the popular **** and I'm the shy Nerd.
You'll never see me more then a friend.
What it is that I would like to say, is
thank you.

Thank you for not fighting for me.
Thank you for not being here.
Thank you for making it so extraordinarily obvious
how insufficient I am
in your thoughts, cares, wants and needs.

It has made it exponentially more bearable to say goodbye.

Or, at least, that's what I would like to say,
if it weren't a gaping lie.

But, maybe if I keep saying it, it will no longer be a lie.
It's been said, "lying doesn't become you."
I think it's because, you must become the lie.
It's acceptable  to lie to yourself if you make it positive.
"I look so pretty today"
"I'm going to win the competition today"
"I'm going to start exercising today"

So I'll make it positive.
I will.
Once I find the good in you being gone.

— The End —