Dismal Desire
Our paths cross everyday
My heart burns when I see their face
I blame myself
most of the time
Are they at fault?
That I am not sure
But sometimes
it feels
as though
they broke me into
a million
tiny
pieces
Months have passed
I long for them
I wish they longed for me
Oh, how we long for what we cannot have.
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