ask me why i have fallen in love with the boy who
hates me. sometimes, i think he’s dead. i put my contacts in
wrong this morning & my eyes sting, blurry enough that
i think i can see him in my room. he writes letters to married
women but forgets the woman he is married to. when i see
proof of his existence i can’t help but feel as though he is not
alive. at least, not to me. is it possible to love a boy who
does not exist? a boy who is visible to everyone but the girl
that loves him? years ago he wrote poems about me but
now i am the poet waxing confessions for a boy that has
vanished from my life.
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