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I can’t believe I jus woke up to this

She looks happy when they kiss

I know ur hurting, it’s me that u miss

So u get a Teeky look a like but piss is still piss

U can’t perfume a shitty scent

So u fake itt til u Make it.

On my name u disrespect,

but it’s bc u can’t shake me

I know u still taste me, 6months later and u still hate me

Are u really in love with her or is she just a distraction?

I think that you’re just subconsciously trying to get a reaction

Even looking at my private page brings u satisfaction

How long will it be til u reflect upon ur actions

But you’re not even receptive to God, so how can I expect you to look up at the stars

Can u look in the mirror and tell who u are ?

This is the first poem I’ll write about you.

I never imagined the day that you’ll be the subject of my poem. I never imagined that the thought of you will keep popping in my head; in the morning, during work, on idle hours, lunchbreak, and while waiting for my Zzzzz’s at bed. I knew you by name, by face, and by the stories I hear about you. But, never did I foresee the day that I’ll be hearing them straight from you. Getting to hear you speak, blab, and laugh beside me is a surprise. You were nice, fun, and really kind. You were a surprise, a sweet serendipity. The dialogues in our small talks on the way home keep playing on repeat. I know they shouldn’t matter. I know they shouldn’t be a big deal. I kept shooing them away, but they ring still. Did I get to really talk and laugh with you that night? Did I get to really hear you say to me “good night”? Did this memory really happen? Or, I need to pinch myself to wake me up from a beautiful dream? Enough. Enough. I tell and warn myself enough. I hope this poem will end all the crazy thoughts in my mind… including the week’s worth of involuntary random smiles.