i want a sign on my heart that reads "taken",
not "broken".
ready for new faces.
i love everyone who hates me,
but mostly the other way around.
waiting for you to change my mind.
call the ship in,
it's made no discoveries so far.
i'm completely aware of my complete unimportance,
to you at least.
sometimes i think i wouldn't mind getting caught.
if my concience is a cricket,
then my heart is a wasp.
sick if cliches and crocodile lies.
we're all pretenders.
even you.
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