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She said she was okay
But what I saw
was not okay
She pretends to hide it
and thinks that she does
but she's leaking
She astounds me
So perfect
yet so vulnerable
She manipulates me
but never means it
and I let her
She barely knows me
and that's okay
with her
She barely knows me
and hates me
for it
She is adorable
in that writer-sort of way
fuzzy at the edges
She tries too hard
clings too much
I'm at the edge
She is hard to read
blurred through frosted glass
like watercolours
She is like a book
laid open for the world
though she doesn't know it
She would remember me
but through a haze
the varsity that wouldn't speak
She loves me dearly
or so she thinks
and deludes herself
I loved the second first
past tense
It's now loves the first
Love is relative
Love this toy, love this band
Love this person
A pale imitation I hold
pulling at not-there strings
mere admiration
I sometimes wonder
if she
likes girls
I sometimes wonder
if I
made her change
I sometimes wonder
If I ceased
existence
Which would
Miss me
mourn me
