The whispers...

It’s so unclear. I hear them talking, but can’t make out the words. Speak up. Speak clear.

A blur of sounds. They collide.
Or perhaps, they collapse.
That's your choice.
Optimism or pessimism?

I don't feel as if I am a person anymore. As if I am me.
This situation slightly resembling, what would be considered, an "out-of-body" experience.

Today, I am refreshed.
I have been down for two days.
Two whole days.
Non-stop tears.
Non-stop depression.
Non-stop missing you.
I guess I'm kinda lame.
I even called you crying.
I didn't mean to.
I wanted you to care.
I haven't felt like anyone does.
I was hoping...
Praying...
Wishing with all of my heart...
That, maybe, just maybe...
You'd show me something?
I know you want to see me.
I know you love me.
I know you.
What I don't' know is..
Why you can't show me.
But, I guess the fact that I know is good enough?

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I still can't believe that you blew me off today, and yesterday, and last weekend.
Maybe you're afraid of your parents?
Maybe you're too busy getting fucked up to worry about anything else?
Maybe you don't actually want to see me?
Maybe you're just stringing me along like every other boy.
Maybe I really really don't want you to be every other boy.
Show me something, kid.

I love to read your texts.
"Baby, I love you."
It never fails to make my heart skip a beat.
"I miss you."
It never fails to put a smile on my face.

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WHEN ARE YOU GONNA ASK ME OUT, BOY?