So much.
I never thought I'd actually
begin to hate my weirdness..
But as of lately, I just wish
That I'd be everything you ever wanted.
That we could work.
I think we can, I want us to try.
But sometimes things don't go that way.
And things just are too complicated,
You say.
Finally, since November, I'm once again
On the receiving end of the hurt.
Heartstrings are singing.
Singing sad songs.
But even though things are fucked up,
Even though everything's happened,
By gosh it's beautiful, when he smiles.
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