a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

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i think that things feel different today.
i feel like a broken record player,
stuck on repeat.

how long can you go,
loving the same tone
of somebody
who doesn't wish to know
you in that longing way?

how much hurt can you put yourself
through?
people may ask what hurts the most:
the longing? the waiting?
but no.
i think it's the leaving that stings most.

love is just so simple,
when you're not the one in it.
it's so easy,
when you decide to leave me.

then it plays,
over and over in my brain.
the undeniable fact
that you could never love me the same.