Category : Diary/Journal

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I am fascinated by you. 

People look at you and see a person. I look at you and see the dimples in your cheeks when you smile and the creases around your eyes when you frown. I understand exactly why your eyes are red rimmed and glossy.
I can still tell your fake smile from a genuine one.
I know she makes you happy but she doesn't make you think. 
I know she tries to help you, and you know I understand. 
You barely glance at me anymore. 
We never talk and that's okay. 
But don't pretend you don't feel the exact same way. I know you. I can read you like a book. You're not happy you're trapped. Why do you pretend that it's okay? You think I don't see the way you stumble when you walk or stutter when you talk? Get over yourself but more importantly, get over me.