Believe

I love you

 

You like me

 

The way you look

 

You know it kills me

Being with her

Your eyes dance and say

“This could’ve been you”

Like the envy green I face everyday

 

I’m surrounded by your essence

You’re not really in my presence,

That’s what I say when I am alone

My bones are weak

My words do not speak

Past your contrary feelings

 

 

The End

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