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I so miss being constantly strung along by you.
All the waiting and wondering, never knowing what was true.

I became accustomed to knowing only one thing for sure.
That you would always eventually be knocking on my door.

All the promises I just knew you would never follow through.
Even though the things I asked for were so easy for you to do.

Missing something so elusive makes me feel downright pathetic.
I wanted your mind more than anything it wasn’t all aesthetics.

Now my thoughts just wander but they don’t know where to go.
The one I want has left for good a reality I don’t want to know.

Why won’t this tiny spark of hope inside of me die?
I know it is just pointless after all the things I tried.

I know I will never again hear from him at all.
Now every year I’ll think of him, when we met in the fall.

Those colorful leaves that we spoke of how sweet the words he said.
I’d love to make love to you while rolling in them and make those leaves our bed.

I wish I didn’t want him and I could get my power back.
But no one ever gave me all the things I always lacked.

I have a secret sick dream that lives deep inside my heart.
That in another life we’ll find each other and we will never part.

This unrequited love is a sweet torture like I have never known.
I hope if he ever thinks of me he remembers all the love that was shown

Though it’s not needed or even wanted in my heart he will always have a home.

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