So I write this to you,
but you would never know,
because you never stared enough
to see the way I would smile
every time I heard your name.
You never listened enough
to hear the giggles that escape
even though, and even so,
you have the corniest jokes.
You barely listen to the stories I tell.
If only you cared enough,
maybe then you’d know,
you were in every story I told.
I could write out a million poems,
and you would never know.
Much less, that they were about you.
This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today
when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be.
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