I’ve heard that thoughts are like plants. The more you think on them and water them, the more they grow. Finally if you stop watering them, and let them rest eventually they will wither and disappear.
So here I still am watering this stupid plant of you.
But I’m done. I’ve had enough of it all. I’m tired of putting all my effort into seeing you, talking to you, following you around like a love sick puppy, learning that you dance for plants growing through the sidewalk cracks, and you're ticklish on your back.
For you to do absolutely nothing in return.
It was stupid of me to think I was anything more than a fling.
My heart is crushed but I will survive.
Enough is enough.
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- anonymous lover
2 years ago
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- op
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