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i'll be honest, there will never be a day that i run out of secrets that i keep from you.
i'm obviously not happy about it, but i'll never be able to say them.
how am i meant to tell you that all the tears i shed can be traced back to you?
how am i meant to tell you i wish i was one of your obsessions?
how am i meant to tell you i'd take your last name without hesitation at the ripe age of fourteen?
there are just some things you aren't meant to know.
like the way that after enough time i start to memorise your features so i could paint you by memory
or how i will never believe that you aren't with me out of guilt
or how i wish you could be less honest and tell me sweet lies once in a while.
sign off with a heart, tell me i'm masculine enough to pass, pretend that you fell asleep.
spare me the truth sometimes, will you?
it's easy enough, just shove all those confessions into a google document and walk away.
like the way i've managed to never mention my constant need for just you being in eye-shot so i can feel safe
or the way i've never mentioned the way remembering your absence is enough to make me want to bawl my eyes out
or the way i've never mentioned the never-really-gone fear that i'm nothing more than a ballpoint to you:
easy to replace, useful when necessary?
all these things and others i don't even struggle to keep to myself, so with things such as your undying love for fictional women or the lore of some web game that i couldn't care less about,
keep it down, will you?
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