For some reason,
My eyes start to ache,
When I think of you,
Forgetting me.
I'm tougher than this,
Stronger than missed words,
And your casualness,
When I ask you questions,
In pursuit of your acknowledgement.
Why does it still hurt,
To know that you don't care?
After all these years,
Shouldn't the ache have healed?
Yet here I am,
Still clammering for your attention,
Like a puppy you taught to heal,
Then abondaned.
You just can read me so well,
And I want to know what you think,
Even if it kills me.
Maybe you would shrug your shoulders,
Claiming innocence,
And maybe you are.
And maybe it's me.
I just thought...
Maybe that's what it is,
I think too much,
And I just can't pry my fingers away,
Because the thoughts are distracting me?

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