To The Boy I Once Loved
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Everyone has had that one guy who they never really made it official with but, you were practically together or like a situationship, talking stage you name it. This poem is for when a person is in denial. They're contemplating the fact that you hate or love them. Deep inside you are attracted to them but you are well aware of the fact that they are there just for fun and nothing more. Moreover, your significant other isn't exactly your ideal choice or your type but you still grow to have an intense liking for them, even they you lowered you standards for them, yet you are the one hurting.
This poem was written on 7th April when I was Yearning to hold that one guys hand and talk to him after we went no contact, but all I could do is write this poem as sacrificing my self respect yet again wasn't worth it.
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