Looking into the future,
trying to forget the past.
Not knowing that the 9 months we had,
was going to be our last.
Lying awake a night,
calling out your name.
Wishing we still talked,
but things will never be the same.
Seeing you at school,
and feeling the pain.
Its something that I hate,
and its driving me insane.
Watching your every move,
seeing you look my way.
Passing you in the hall,
not knowing what to say.
Hoping that you’ll speak,
just one word to my face.
Wanting to be happy,
so I don’t feel out of place.
 
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