Sometimes I forget I'm special.
It's no coincidence, you make me feel this way.
Because you're one of the smartest people i know, will ever meet.
Yet you're the dumbest, aren't you?
Chance after chance you had. I gave them.
Every drop I ever had to give I gave you.
You greedily accepted. Giving not nearly as much as I offered, but something. Conversation.
That's what love is, right? Giving.
Not to receive, only to give.
I loved you- I'm sure of it.
I'm also sure you loved me. In your own way. Maybe still do.
We don't speak the same love language, I suppose.
Miscommunication is our lot it seems. The wrong words at the wrong times.
But I stopped looking for your approval for one minute to find my own.
I am special. I am amazing.
And I guess you're not that smart after all, because the genius would have chosen me every damn time.
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things i thought.#wattys2014
Poetryas they say outta the mouths of babes....yaddayaddayadda. i only remember the first part- but whos counting
