whenever i write,
or even think of you,
i blush a bright red,
a brilliant embarrasing hue,
all of the time,
to you my thoughts lean,
just wanting you to notice,
but i am never even seen,
after all you and i said,
we've drifted apart,
the lonliness,
pieces like a dart,
you say things,
will never change,
but i know they have,
am i mad, deranged?
i cant stop thinking,
that you dont want to know me,
so ive given up,
just ceased to be,
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