Pained

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i wonder if you're thinking of me the way i'm thinking about you. the way i look at you. the way your eyes enchant me. the way your lips look so kissable.

i let you in all the time. i tell you the truth when i feel brave enough to, and if i don't, i at least tell you that i'm not okay.

there's some things you don't know about me. things that i've done. things i'm ashamed of. things that i still do because i'm struggling to learn from my mistakes.

sometimes i lie awake in my bed, thinking about everything you've ever said.

i want this world that isn't perfect because if it was, it'd be boring.

i'm feeding off of your empty lies, accepting the mask you've shown me is your disguise.

and i'm beginning to think that one day, you'll be forgetting me the way i'll want to forget you.

maybe it is just me, and i guess that's how it will always be.