Petrichor

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This is what being screwed over feels like: 

10,000 tiny daggers piercing my feelings

Until they are all weeping with me 

Are my feelings the cause of my crying?

I haven't cried yet. 

I don't know what he was thinking-

I was selfish. 

Maybe my expectations weren't met.

I understand 

But it's too late. 

I'm here, if you want

I want to talk to you. 

Now it's just a waiting game.

And although he fills many 

Waking thoughts

He probably just avoids thinking of

Me; an undesirable... problem. 

And it all comes back to: 

I deserve no one.