i need some meaning i can memorize.

as i guess i could have suspected, the weekend is wearing down & i'm certain that he'll never be in love with me.

he says he's falling & i tell him that falling in love is an old wives' tale.

but this was all so sudden, to me. i guess it was really gradual, but i thought it was nothing until it was already too late.

i told him there's a possibility that i'm in love with him, but its hard to be sure.

he's thrilled.

but suddenly the bruises are starting to look less like art

& more like pain.

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