17 Poem by Tori Bachue
17
You, standing there, as if you're not to blame
As you move on, I know I'll never be the same
Started to care more every minute of every day
I know my feelings won't just sway
Neglect if you want, assume we'll never be
How I fell in love with you
Apathy that crept on me
Denying every day, that you won't see
Never been able to completely forget
And I still believe it would've been perfect
Now you know too
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