Untitled XV.

Even though you said we're through
Why can't I stop thinking of you?

I'm in love, it's true
But why did it have to be you?

Wheneve I talk to you its in babbles
Incoherant babbles
And you put on that patronizing fake smile that reads
"Dear god make him shut up"
If you hate me, let me know
At least from there, I'll know where to go
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