I will not text
I will not call
but somehow your picture made it onto my wall
camouflaged in green
as if it couldn't be seen
but I will not text
and I will not call
and I will learn self discipline
to the point where I will not think of you at all.
So I play the game of questions
and everything is on repeat
I know the routine from head to feet
Even then I spill my guts on the keys
Just for the chance to feel again
But I have not healed from then
Or closed the chapter of a fantasy.
Sadly,
I'm completely aware of my fallacy,
but somehow I've fallen in love with the thought
and yet to think realistically breaks my heart
So I sit with dreams and schemes of ways that we could be
Yet I barely speak, yet I hardly see
and I barely know thee
and I repeat,
I will not text
and I will not call
and I will not think of you at all....
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