I’ve always thought of heartbreak

As something from failing romances,

But I am learning with such a high stake:

Heartbreak does not discriminate against acquaintances.

It is foolish of me to feel such a way:

I can’t even begin to explain it to you,

You’re so blissfully unaware that the things you say,

The things you do,

Further prove to me that I do not belong in your world.

I just wish you would tell me how you really feel

Because at least then I’d know the stance you hold.

This back-and-forth thinking makes my head reel.

All I ask for now is your honesty,

For answers you could easily give me.

I’ll never get it, though.

I guess that’s just the way these heartbreaks go.


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