I am neither ignorant nor oblivious,
So much so as that I just ignore things,
I ignore then so I don't think about them,
Because if I think about them I won't stop thinking about them,
And I'll notice things that aren't there,
And then the feelings that I've trying to tamp down for the sake of our friendship for so long will resurface,
And no one wants that,
Or maybe you do,
Seem to,
We'd never do anything about these feelings though,
Nothing productive,
We both agreed our friendship is more important,
But can you even call this a friendship?
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