Everyone had a favorite source of pain,
The one you can’t live without yet it destroys you everyday.
Hers was that boy.
Who melted her when he just looked at her,
Who made her smile just by being there
Who gave a purpose to her heart other than to pump blood,
Who she thanked existed, everyday.

The boy who she stared at her ceiling thinking about every night,
Who’s emotions affected hers unknowingly,
Who made her over think everything he said,
Who’s look she interprets in every possible way;
Who’s existence she loathed,
Because it gave a purpose to her heart other than to pump blood,
To love someone who could possibly never love her back.

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