My mind races and uncertainty bubbles to the top of my throat.
I poke at the idea that doesn't want to be bothered, but it's there,
laying dormant in the cracks and shadows, always taunting me.
The idea is rotting me from the inside out.
I try to rationalize and write it off; ignorance is key.
But,
I know the way he works.
I know his ideas on love.
and all I can do is act like it's not KILLING me inside.
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