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Another poem by a sad girl.
See, I thought I was special.
But that was a trick.
A skill acquired.
You mastered it well.
I'm a lonely person, and I keep to myself.
So who were you to walk into my life.
When you knew a person like me does not take well to being forgotten?
You forgot me, and I stayed up at night.
There was something about you, that was irrevocably beautiful.
Something I'd never come across, and I knew that I needed it.
But you weren't there anymore, because that's what you do.
But if you could just slow down, and look at me.
Maybe you'd come back.
I know I'm awkward, and a hopeless mess.
I know I'm this moody incomparable, stupid girl.
But I promise, there is part of me that is worth wanting.
I don't what it is, but I know I'm not flawed all around.
And I'm just the kind of girl to go to you as soon as you want me.
And I want you.
And I have no idea why.
You stayed up with me all night.
And you begged me to stay, even when I was tired.
That was different.
No one has ever needed me.
No one has ever asked me stay.
And there you were, and I fell so fast.
You talked to me until I saw the sun come and you said, "Baby, I'm tired"
So I told you to rest.
And that was it.
I was hooked.
You've got me baited.
And f***, I never fell so hard.
No my back is broken.
And the walls are back up.
I'm a lonely person, and I keep to myself.
And I can never let anyone in like that again.
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