outside
standing on the warm grass
beneath the blazing sun
kids run and scream
trying to capture the flag
i think you're on my team
but so is Bailey
i hate the game
i stand still
and watch you
talking to her
flirting with her
and i wanted to throw up
but instead i cried
icy
freezing against my too-warm face
you don't see me crying
which makes me cry for
i don't scream
or crumple my face
because you would see
and I couldn't tell you that
i was crying
for
you
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