Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
An 'Investment' feels wasted with no return.
All the time and energy
I put into you
And for what?
I see the words 'appreciation'
You aren't there.
I see you laughing with others.
Listening to Music
Sharing memories I'm not a part of.
I stand at the door and knock
to see if you want to
do something with me
I prepare a place where we can
and listen to music
But you don't answer the door.
Do you have any idea how that feels??!
Then you answer
"I was busy"
"Can you do this for me?"
You don't know that I am in anguish.
I decide to do it just to be near you, just to try to fit in.
But every time I get no thanks, no extra attention, no inside jokes, no laughter, no music, and the door remains closed.
I cry. I toss. I turn.
What I thought would be the world
I keep trying to make this dream a reality, but I can't.
You don't want to join.
You don't have time
When all I ever had was time for you.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Oooooh no pencils for you!!!!!!
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