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October 2, 2012

You make me happy.
You make me miserable.
You make me proud.
I feel invisible.

I think you love me.
I think you don’t.
I think we could be.
I think we won’t.

This strange dichotomy
I can’t help but feel.
Do I demand too much?
Is our love for real?

I want to be with you,
But don’t know how.
My confusion shows
All over my brow.

In the end
I hope we’ll be.
Until you’re sure
Put up with me.


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