alone
He told us we were lonely today.
My heart rolled its eyes in vulnerable comfort.
You don’t know me.
He doesn’t know me.
Not really.
Happiness isn’t conditional upon that.
We’re still friends even though his and my hands aren’t.
And sometimes.
Sometimes happiness and I have our best times when we are alone.
I always say I’d rather watch Pretty Little Liars and eat chick fil a.
My mind is full and it’s impossible to be bored.
I’m not looking for someone to fill the time.
But someone to take the time.
Something that is so much more than empty
“I love you too”’s and “I miss you too”’s.
Too many too’s and not enough I’s.
What are words rooted in fake.
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