Thursday, 8 August 2013

He's the kind of cold that isn't measured by temperature

It's like you choose to ignore me when i'm at my worst
because it's 2:19am
and i'm still waiting for your reply
i realize i'm wasting my time
because you haven't replied for hours
and i know you saw the message when i sent it at 6pm
and it shows in your eyes
that you'd rather talk to someone else
that's not me
and i'm left wondering
why you didn't think i was worth responding to
but then i remembered
you never cared
and you

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