All for him
He doesn't know
I write for him.
He doesn't know
I bleed my thoughts on paper about him.
He doesn't know
I exist
because I hide behind the words
that symbolize my need for him.
He doesn't know
how much I want him,
and he'll never know
as long as I keep the words
on paper.
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