i keep asking for attention; i've always craved your words. i don't ask directly but through subtle hints i do. and it's heart-clenching every time i get almost half, if nothing at all.
because i know from the beginning where i stand in your life and what role i should only play. i can't play more than two people in this single soul of mine.
and i know for a fact that i am not one of your priorities like how i prioritize yours much more than mine through ways you could never understand.
i know you like your own circle of friends more and that they make you smile more than i can do, anyway. you're happy when you're with them and i don't have plans to intervene with what makes you that way.
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confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poezja[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
