The other night I said I didn't love you and you didn't love me and it was the perfect match for one night wrapped in each other's dreams. But as I looked through the few old text messages we'd saved. There were hearts from you, lots of compliments and teasing. And oh my god, I think you were in love with me. One night with me was satisfaction to your younger memory. If I would've known I was more than a friend and that you would've had accepted every form of affection that I had, I would've loved you harder (as much as I could for someone who once deeply cared for you).
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
