I haven’t seen you for months.
Today when I saw you,
with your warm blue
eyes and sandy blonde
hair, I almost died inside.
Love pulsed through
my veins, but I turned
my back before it showed.
When you gave
me your number
8 months ago, I
hope my shaking
hands didn’t give
anything away.
He only talks to me when
I talk to him and I quite
frankly, I am sick of it.
If he is not going
to make any effort,
then I’m not waiting
around for him to
get his shit together.
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