The problem was, I was way too accessible. Whenever he needed me, or wanted me, I made myself available for him. It was always on his time, his days, his availability.
I was too blind to see how much of a fool I was in his eyes. I thought that's was love's supposed to feel like, until I realized I wasn't an option. Not yours...not anybody's.
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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒; 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚉𝙰𝙰𝚃
PoetryJust some one chapter stories about silent thoughts screaming to be heard.
