I’ll Get Back To You On That One

Constantly having stomachaches. But I don’t want to tell anyone. They might bring me to see a doctor. Then the doctor will say. “What the hell were you thinking when you drank all of those cups of coffee? NO COFFEE FOREVER!” Then like that happiness, moments of happiness will be gone. Sometimes I see you look at me. But I pretend to not to notice. I pretend that I don’t mind. But I do. I hate you for staring at me like that. But I can’t tell you, “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!” Because you might stop looking at me like that. I hate you for staring at me but I like it when I see that you’re looking at me. I just wish you were someone else. I don’t receive that many text messages anymore. And I don’t mind most of the times. Most of the times, I am busy. Busy ignoring my phone. Busy forgetting and moving so slowly on. I am busy trying to change who I am so next time we meet, you won’t know me no more. Next time we meet, you’ll be the one who’ll try to reach out to me. But I will be too busy trying to ignore you. Then you’ll ask me, “What happened to you?” And I’ll say, “You. You happened to me.” Then I’ll be able to drink coffee again.

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