doubt


I doubt you think of me and miss me when you do. But time and time again you show me that you care, you care for me and the only way you know how to express it is by arguing with me or by ignoring me. You back out when it gets real. You back out when I tell you things that would make you jealous. You isolate yourself. You hide your true feelings.

I doubt you think of me and miss me when you do. We’re supposed to be friends, although you’re a guy and I’m a girl. You tell me your desires, you tell me things you’re passionate about. We stay up til 5am to talk about the future, first impressions, and…feelings. You tell me about your friends, I tell you about mine. I go to you when I’m down and you do your best to console me.

I doubt you think of me and miss me when you do. I doubt I have a chance. I doubt our talks are real. I doubt the things you tell me are true, even if you swear by it. I doubt you. I doubt my own feelings for you. I don’t know what to think, what to feel, how to act. I doubt you trust me and I doubt that I can trust you.

I doubt that if I have a chance, if we have a chance, you would let me know.
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