to my rock star boy
4:14 p.m.

little stories i hear of you make me regret my mistakes.

those lingering moments where i should have said....

those glances that i should have left longer.

the fooling myself into thinking you cared. you do though. in your own way.

"i will remember you will you remember me?"

a weapon you used to gain something from me that should not be yours to take. and isn't. not until to admit the truth. or what i wish the truth could be.

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