To: Shallow Belo Jr.
Dear Sir/Mdm,
Perhaps i'm tired -
too tired to say it;
way tired to fake it anymore.
Perhaps i'm wrong -
too wrong to ever be right;
way wrong for everything else.
Oh yes, you are right.
Perhaps perhaps perhaps.
What a word.
I've only began;
I've only started;
please don't make me look like a fool
please don't make me stop
please don't make me step back
please don't make me turn away
please don't make me walk
please don't make me leave
please don't make me regret this
please don't make me end it
please don't you dare.
That's 9 please that i've said -
the number of times i've said no to you;
the number of times i thought this was a mistake;
a very, very big and stupid mistake.
Apparently, the number of times i hated you oh-so-much;
trust me, i did.
One day, i don't know you -
just like today;
just like yesterday;
just like the week before;
oh and even last month.
What makes tomorrow any different, right?
I'll tell you if you tell me your secret.
p.s. oh didn't i tell you? I love talking in riddles, just so that you'd understand better.
p.s.s. take your time, oh please do - forever's only so long.
(enter my name here)
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