Everytime
From a distance you gaze at me
Disguising the desire to hold my hands
The next second
You are poking her
And taking pictures with another
Although it might have been special
You told her we were textmates
But is that all that I am to you?
You never strive to know my issues
Nor treat me like a girl more often
that you treat my like your secret lover
Excuse me,
I'm not your lover
if you don't love me.
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