I want to say I love you, but I don’t think I know what it means.
I just want it to be said.
I just want to feel the normalcy that comes with contentment.
I want to feel comfortable and OK.
You will never love me
Like I want you to love me.
There is nothing I can do
To make you love me
Like I want you to love me.
That is no secret. It never was.
But it still hurts. And I still keep pretending.
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