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I don't know where this was from. Oh, well. Two posts in a row. Hmm.
I happen to like how the lines run together; like the lines between love and hate (my love for you, my hate for her). It's like you're with her, but you're not. You certainly can't be with her, not with the way your hand keeps creeping on my neck and not with how close you are. Do you even realize how close you are? I can count the slight freckles on the bridge of your nose and see all the rings of blues in your eyes.
I can see this playing out like some natural disaster, but this is your dilemma, not mine. I openly declared my feelings, wore my heart on my sleeve, to be cliche, but you chose the other way and still, you stray. I can feel your inner turmoil when you're with her, the way your eyes lose their light as if you're not there. Ten minutes later, when she's out of the room even for a moment, you waste no time at all, but I don't understand you. Do you only keep up appearances with her while you're secretly wandering with me? Am I that repulsive that an open relationship with me was and is inevitably stupid? Well, maybe we're both fools stuck in each other's company with nothing better to do than to blur the lines of friendship, but we can be fools together.
I happen to like how the lines run together; like the lines between love and hate (my love for you, my hate for her). It's like you're with her, but you're not. You certainly can't be with her, not with the way your hand keeps creeping on my neck and not with how close you are. Do you even realize how close you are? I can count the slight freckles on the bridge of your nose and see all the rings of blues in your eyes.
I can see this playing out like some natural disaster, but this is your dilemma, not mine. I openly declared my feelings, wore my heart on my sleeve, to be cliche, but you chose the other way and still, you stray. I can feel your inner turmoil when you're with her, the way your eyes lose their light as if you're not there. Ten minutes later, when she's out of the room even for a moment, you waste no time at all, but I don't understand you. Do you only keep up appearances with her while you're secretly wandering with me? Am I that repulsive that an open relationship with me was and is inevitably stupid? Well, maybe we're both fools stuck in each other's company with nothing better to do than to blur the lines of friendship, but we can be fools together.