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u don’t see me through the glass
but i do
i walk past u and pretend i didn’t see u there
with ur fruits in the sun alone at the picnic table
u laugh at my shirt and i am embarrassed
as if when i stepped out my door i hadn’t secretly wished to see u
it hurts because i hurry away before my words run dry
worried about how my hair looks to u from the back
but as i turn the corner, i want to turn back
it hurts because i think i love u
sitting alone and eating ur fruits in the sun
u don’t reply when i text u
it hurts because i think about u every other minute
i wonder if u are hurt
are u scared
are u sleeping well
i miss u
text me back
come back
u don’t have to love me
but be near me
and don’t love someone else
when i check my phone and there’s nothing from u
my heart sinks
but i think about u alone eating fruits at a picnic table under the sun
and smile because your legs never folded right under the table
and laugh at how you’d hunch over with your elbows out wide trying to stay perched
on this little picnic table that clearly was not built for u
or me, really
you don’t flinch when u tell me your leaving
(you did text me back eventually - my heart soared at the ding)
you’re excited to go, in fact
(it is crashing at your smile)
and you don’t see my heart breaking
shattering
self annihilating in front you
we crush the pieces of my heart that fell out of my body under our feet as u walk me home for the last time
you don’t stop talking when we reach your door, you don’t stop until i round the corner to mine
(you never know how to say goodbye - or shut up, really)
and it melts what's left of my heart too
but what does it matter? you’re not mine
you don’t love me
i don’t love you (ok.)
you’re leaving me
here
and the picnic table, and the fruits and the sun
when your gone i think
the grass is a nicer place to sit
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