or rather, that i give way more of a damn about you than you do i.
oh what am i to do?
what am i to say?
everything i do and say seems to fall flat.
but then somehow,
when the windows of our heart meet,
i feel as if my soul in reaching you
has touched your out reached soul.
and the things you say
they melt me inside and make me sure of your intentions.
sometimes i feel like i'm just a floating log in the ocean.
you won't give a damn about me until you need me.
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