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I hold onto 

these little scraps

you give me.

These little compliments

you throw my way.

And can you blame me 

for wanting more?

Can you blame me 

for wanting you

to want me?

I wish you felt for me 

what I felt for you.

Maybe it's just infatuation,

but I feel it all the same.

I feel it in the way

my chest hurts when 

I don't hear from you.

I feel it on my cheeks

as tears stream down my face.

I wish I could make you love me,

but I know that's not 

how it works.

So I choose to walk away,

knowing you won't follow.