This doesn't make any sense but neither do I

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I know I don't make any sense
Because I'm ignoring him
Opening his messages without a reply
But he keeps typing
Until he stops
Three messages in he stopped
Told me if I wasn't going to respond he wasn't going to write
And I know two wrongs don't make a right
But I'm not feeling alright
Or okay
Because he gave up three minutes in
Three minutes
Like three years can amount to only three minutes of effort
I can't respond
I want to
But I won't
And he won't write me
I'm trying to preserve some dignity.
Because I'm tired of being an afterthought
And if I wanted him to speak to me all I had to do was reply
But I'm hoping he'll think and try
Three years worth of trying
He probably won't
Because he's not thinking of ways to be with me
Or ways to get me back
Or ways to get me to respond
He's thinking of her with long blonde hair
And a laugh like bells
The girl who draws and paints
The girl he sees everyday at school
The girl he texts and calls
The girl he was with the night we fought
The night he told me "Oh I'm just with Timmy"
But she was there laughing
And I knew
He wasn't thinking of me
Not the girl he spent years with
He was thinking of her
And its hard to spend so much time typing out a reply
When another girl occupies your mind.

Comments

  1. Optimistic ExistentialistMay 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM

    Love can be a painful thing...but our hearts are better for the scars :)

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  2. UnknownMay 22, 2016 at 8:44 PM

    Your writing and thought process are quite remarkable as to the progression and sequence that you're displaying through feelings.
    “The art of love is largely the art of persistence.”
    — Albert Ellis

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