Your stare—
it drifts past me like a breeze
that no longer stops.
Everyone might not notice,
but I do…
There’s something in the way
you avoid meeting my eyes,
as if you’ve long stopped wanting me near.
I don’t know why, but I feel it—
and would you believe it?
I’ve stopped hoping because now,
I’m beginning to accept
that what I once thought we had—
might have only mattered to me.
So whatever you’re feeling at this moment,
you don’t need to say it…
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅.
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