This is my empathy,
My, “I know how you feel,”
My attempt to console you.
But it won’t really matter because
I don’t know.
And there is my sympathy,
My, “Wow, that must suck,”
My trying to make you feel better.
But it wouldn’t really make a difference because
I don’t care.
But that is my apathy,
My, “Yeah, okay, whatever,”
My pushing you away.
But it just might work so
I regret it.
So here is my apology,
My, “Oh god, I am so sorry,”
My hoping you understand.
But you can’t because you’re just so oblivious to the fact that
I may just love you.



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