And just for thought...
I suppose it was to believe we could be friends, anything at all really.
At every opportunity you run even if it;s just to the other side of the room, leaving me in a one sided conversation. Then you make it a point to stop by but maybe it's just me who acts strangely. I have never been known to behave normally. I called you the other night, talked to your voicemail as usual, knowing you wouldn't reply. I needed a friend, just someone to sit with. I didn't want to hang out, to make love, to absolve my sins. I just didn't want to be alone. Like I am to most, I am at your convenience, someone to speak with in public and to fuck behind closed doors. I don't know what it is that keeps me trying with you, anyone really. Either I am laughed at for my dreams or ridiculed for my accomplishments, I get it. Trivial, I suppose, because I won't look twice at you once I've moved on, whenever that is. You will sigh to yourself, asking why you never gave me a chance. You always assumed I was after your soul or at least a finger but when all I ever really wanted was to be your friend.
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