I think of how unfair it is
That he can seem to turn off his feelings
Then I remember that I do that too
He’s just like me.
Maybe this is my punishment
Maybe it’s me getting a taste of my own medicine-
Being in love with him.
I get to know the sting and the ache
The way I make people feel.
It’s not so good to be
On the other end of the pride,
The stubborn battle of wills.
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