Wilt . . .

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The times when one is bored 

all by themselves drives me to insanity

Times like these, when one can be bored

with some else is perfect, unmistakeably

Once those days end will things end too?

days that slowly wilt away

I pray love is not a flower then

I still run short of things to say

Although you promise things

that are kept very rarely

I don't really care 

but I'd prefer if you just said you hate me

Of course you always continue

constantly with lies

it goes on and on

with little chance of compromise

If there is someone you love more

why stay by my side?

Are you worried for my feelings

I doubt I would have even cried

Is there some reason to stay with me?

Is there something to gain?

Every time your mouth opens to speak

you look at me and refrain

My eyes don't beg you to stay

your eyes show your distaste 

I sigh lightly, we both know

how easily we can be replaced

You're out all night

of course, you always forget

you say you're sorry 

but I don't give a s***

Why are you this way?

You hate me, I know

don't say it's just a phase

why can't we just let go?

Time passed by slowly 

we stare and sigh 

we aren't the ones we want

so then tell me why?

My friends say don't go home

we can find someone else easily

the thought that you're sick at home

comes to me, inconveniently 

It can't be helped

just because you don't have a clue

seeing you asleep I whisper

"sometimes I really hate you"

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