The boy,
I think as different,
proves to be just the same
like the ones
who break hearts.
And yet--he remains
as the simple, but needed
part of my life.
I wish I could
feel best without him,
but I don't want to
live such lies.
And while I cry,
He's the one
who attempts to dry
my eyes.
I would try
to thank him
for what he's done
for me,
But I won't let him see
my reflections of inadequacy.
I find myself trying
to be too perfect, too precise.
And I realize,
his intent is sincere
And I have a connection
stronger than I thought.
Even when he claims
he doesn't believe me:
If he could see the smile on my face.
This smile is for you;
Never intending to be replaced. |
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