poems with no names

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I know that the guy who sits next to you

during math class has told you, 

that someone named me likes you. 

But haha, who is he kidding. 

it’s ‘love’ not ‘like’, but you wouldn’t understand.

The nuance of those shades. 

You weren’t supposed to know.

And you weren’t supposed to care.

And indifference shouldn’t be new to me. 

But we’re all very good at screwing systems. 

The anatomy of crushes has cancer 

unrequited love has no answer. 

And if tomorrow you censure 

mine shredded affections. 

Do not do it out of pity. 

Do it out of hate.