you broke my bosom consequential, not by desire. now i'm drained of expressing my own truth.
do you already know how i feel?
do you even know me?
intimates can say im hurting without i saying a word..
so don't tell me i never did confess,
i showered you with sarcasm, shrewd fellow.
i almost forgot that you were once my intimate— we were even best friends, so much more than what i'm trying to say,
not until i tumble.
perhaps, if you stayed as one in my life, there's a great chance you'll understand
how im being crazy for somebody.
but how? if from the start, you are that somebody
that made me no one just by that unchanged thought.
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