Wallowing In It..

And my resolution was failing.
Everyday passing his locker,
seeing his face.
It was killing me.
I had said I did not care,
said I only thought he was cute.
But there is more then that.
A whole lot more.
He hated me.
I am sure of it.
He denies it,
and I wish it were true.
But how can it be?
He ignores me.
Never talks to me.
I am wallowing in lakes of my own sadness.
Like my own blood pulsing,
always reminding me of its existence.
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