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by Eat Your Fetus


by kawaiilollipop


by katwinkie


by Queer Coutore Angel


and... a screwed up dansen by moi.

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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