am i a fool to think.

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sometimes it's really hard to know that you are still alive.
that you're breathing, walking, eating,
grinning, singing, dancing,
touching, feeling, dreaming,
regretting,
buying new shoes,
peeking down the tops of girls who pass you by.
i often wonder how many girls pass you by,
you with the siren eyes.
there mustn't be many.
at least
not without a second glance.

sometimes it's really hard to know that you are still alive when
i, barely;
standing in the aftermath of
having to forgive that you are
here but not here.

your season crushed me
and sucked my bones dry.