I liked a boy once
Perhaps I hid my heart perfectly
For he despised my soul for months
I truly admired him…and he only admired me
He said I was cold, cruel, and a little bit strange
I thought he was vain and distant, despite our close range
Over time I discovered how he truly felt
He betrayed me and my very heart in which he dwelt
He knew very little, for someone who ‘liked' me
And I knew more for someone who ‘ignored' him
Much has brimmed my heart that he could not see
In the end, we questioned ourselves of what could have been.
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