can't stand being a constant fuck-up
making choices decisions
drawing conclusions
becoming ugh
an adult so old and
learning experiencing being
oh so very brokenhearted
unloved alone like
you always claimed you wanted to be
and yet here i sit with no hand in mine
and you don't mind
sitting there with hers in yours.
and i shied away so envious so jealous so unreal
stealing glances over and over
watching waiting wishing for you
to make
a move.
so many times have i not known
what to do say think be
and today
i think
i have chosen wrong
every
single
time.
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