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

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i write and write and write.
but do you even see the words?
scribbled on pages,
or carefully typed in thorough sentences,
do you see who i am,
spilled out in colored ink?

i try to see through you,
but we all know you're a closed door.
i try so hard to pry,
but i know you want nothing to do with me.

i'm so through,
with caring about you.
because your energy is depleted
when you speak to me,
or look my direction.

i thought you were an earth angel,
but i think you're just a
devil playing hide and seek,
with a silly girl who is blinded,
and doesn't know what to think.