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Waiting to be Forgotten
The one person
Who could ease my mind,
He is no guarantee.
He does not see me,
Not like I see him,
With stars in my eyes,
And flutters in my belly.
Reciprocation, all I crave;
A need for me,
A calling.
Instead,
All I receive,
Vague statements,
And unspoken truths.
I'd cry to him;
Scream, even,
If it would get him to listen.
Instead, I hold in my truth.
