You know how i feel
I tell you every day
i don't even know if you listen
i suspect you don't
what fools we'd be if you did
me the hopeless romantic
with you imprinted in my mind
and you so selfish
you think your own self interest
in actually you liking me
so unfocused that you
accept my mindlessness
as if it were intelligence
as if I had anything to offer
to someone so special
what would I have to offer
a warm body, a cold mind
that sometimes wonders
what you are thinking
is it whether to wish me
merry christmas
or that you won't
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