"Talk to me later?"
I asked you today in class
"Sure," you smiled at me

I am so confused
On what your true feelings are
Do you like me too?






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Crushing on you is
Just like cutting my own skin
It only hurts me





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Light shines through window
Opportunity is close
I didn't open

The rain hits the ground
They greet each other like friends
Rain evaporates





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The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.