You’d like to be vaguely reminded of his apathy
Daily.
You’d like to sing like a bird to him, only to have him ignore it
Daily.
You’d like to cry and beg to have a moment he won’t give you
Daily.
You’d like to have him forget you are supposed to be important
Daily.
He may sing beautiful sonnets to you now, my dear
But when he is bored
You’ll become his mistake
As he changes his mind
Daily.
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