Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Poetic Suicide

It's hard to make yourself not like someone.
You don't understand why, but you want to control yourself so no one gets hurt.
It's even harder when this person always tries to talk to you and hits you up.
It seems that they know the exact moment you're thinking about them, and they text you.
People keep saying they like you.
They say things no one has ever said.
They do things no one has ever done.
You know it won't work.
You know it won't last.
Your heart can't help but stop when you see them, even though you want it to ignore the excruciating enamorment.
It still creeps up on you like the fog rolls in over the bay.
You can't help what you feel.

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