I don’t know why I try so hard to convince myself there is a chance.
A chance that you will text me quickly this time.
A chance that you will give me a sign that you care.
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A chance that you will come around.
A chance that you will eventually want me, too.
I dont know why I still like you after all of this time.
After everything you have done to me.
After all of the ways you have hurt me.
That you are okay with waiting days to answer me or ignoring my messages completely.
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I dont know why I try so hard to convince myself there is achance.
A chance that you will answer me quickly this time.
A chance that you will give me a sign that you care.
A chance that you will come around.
A chance that you will eventually want me, too.
I dont know why I keep wasting so much time on you.
I dont know why I keep reading into the little things that you do that dont mean athing.
I dont know why I keep convincing myself that thelikeyou left on my picture means more than it appears.
That you are never going to be mine.
I dont know why I keep doing this to myself.
I dont know why I keep thinking that things will change.
That the results will be any different than the last time.
I dont know why I allow myself to get myhopes upwhen the story always ends the same.
You never answer messages from me.
You always cancel plans with me.
You flirt with other people in front of me.
There is no reason for me to like you this much.
I have tried telling myself toraise my standards.
I have tried reasoning with myself.
But nothing seems to work.
You are always there, in the back of my mind.
At least, not in the same way that I want you.
