Cry
I cry.
you make me cry,
when you don't want to talk
to me.
you are sad
and don't want to tell me,
but I know.
I know you,
you feel every emotion,
so deep, it hurts.
it crushes you.
it crushes me too,
when you're sad.
that's part of loving
right?
feeling what he feels.
not knowing
how to make it better
is what cuts
the deepest.
not knowing
if he knows
how deeply you love him
is what lingers
in thought.
not knowing
if he feels
that deep of love
back
toward me...
I don't know.
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