Asa

I thought that—
you fucking liked me.
Hell, I even thought that—
you might have even loved me.

It felt like you did,
seemed like you did,
and looked like you did.

But you didn’t.

Why did you make me feel like
every sweet thing that ever was
is everything you ever gave me—
even though it’s not?

Why did you make me love you so much—
that I can’t even accept the truth,
and I just have to have something to blame
even though it’s my fault?

Maybe I wanted what I thought,
maybe I wanted you to notice me,
maybe I wanted you to like me.

Well, I did.

What I thought was sugar
is actually salt,
and the funny thing is that—
I didn’t even realise it because
I wanted that salt to be sugar.

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