dear (k)you,
i think... i am finally tired of this. i've been writing false thoughts in my head, which now all seem so childish -- for the most part. you aren't going to see me come that day.
you aren't going to sing me my favorite song
you aren't going to profess your love
you aren't going to surprise me
you aren't going to fall in love
you aren't even going to know i was there.
i will be a drop in the ocean. your ocean -- where you are the big white cruise ship.
and i am pathetically that jellyfish swimming around you, without you knowing.
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