The damned truth is that
I could spend my whole life
riding the ups and downs
of crushing on boys.
They hurt me unwillingly
I'm sure of it
I expect too much of those little things
and too little of the big ones.
I'm too fucked up for him
and every him knows it.
I'm just distracting myself anyway.
Although life is boring, friends
The most painful part about it
is seeing ourselves for what we really are.
Who would want to do that, anyway?
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