One night stand
Time. It's been 1 week.
You've stopped talking to me
and it makes me think,
Everything is not what it seems.
You've stopped
with the cute nicknames.
You've stopped
and I feel like I'm to blame.
Push me out
pull me back in.
But you say,
you don't want to hurt me.
I pray
for you to ease my mind.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I guess they're right when they say,
Love makes you blind.
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