I'm not sure if I fell in love with you because your name was Frank
or if I fell in love with the name Frank because it was your name.
Perhaps if I could ask you
just why it is you love yourself so much
I'd know.
I'm not sure why I fell in love with you. I don't think it was your name.
But I can't imagine what it was. Likely I was simply enamoured
with your confidence
I never considered that you might just
be prideful.
I'm not sure how I feel about you anymore. I used to be angry.
But I saw you today and I felt nothing but sad.
because I feel like we missed out
on something that could have been
incredible.
I'm not sure if I was even in love. Or if I just thought you were beautiful.
I'm hoping that it wasn't either, because both seemed far too fleeting.
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine, in fact
I worry
about you.
(you heartless cow)
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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