Against mine, your body felt like home;
but your mind wasn’t there.
As a writer
I tend to imagine things that aren’t —where…
… I expect them to be.
Because you weren’t into me.
But you lead me to believe
I had a chance
-You and me.
Maybe I was in denial.
⁃ not even worth your while.
Yeah, this is pretty much the mindset of a person with insecurities. … well captured in this poem, * snap snap*
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