in a bad mood all because
she finally said
there wasn’t a chance. I just wished
she’s admitted it sooner,
just fessed up about
where we were, that mutual
feelings were not shared.
There was never an open
door, but a brick wall instead.
Now I know why I
had that bad taste of cement
in my mouth and the
dirt in my eye. I just wish
I could’ve seen this before.
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