i wanted
to write you a poem
one
where i
told the world
how much you mean to me
where i
expounded upon
your virtues
where i
shouted out my love
where i
gave in
to all the softer things
but
that isn’t the type of thing
you would want
need
or care for
just as i am not
the type of man
you would want
love
or care for
so i will not
even
if i cannot
make myself
stop thinking them
‘liked’
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I think you should anyway.
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I think Rain was just that.
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Interesting…
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is it? i am always unable to read the meaning behind interesting and an ellipsis
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It’s “interesting” and then a chain of thoughts ensues…
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it is the chain of thoughts that nakes me curious
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mmmmhhmmm …. I bet…
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asshole
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teeheehee – you make me chuckle evil chuckles
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i can see. at least i make a woman smile again. small victories.
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You have made me smile since day one, Mike. You know this.
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made you cry before bed last night. not the same.
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You’ve also made me cry on multiple occasions, true. Those don’t count in the same way, though.
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i am clueless
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I think the word you were searching for was “wonderful”.
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words i get. people are the mystery
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True
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