socially awkward.

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LXXXVII.

swollenpoetry:

I’m sorry if
I wasn’t the star fit to complete
your constellation.
I wonder if I’ll ever be
anything close to being
the remedy to your incompleteness.
I’m sorry if
there’s nothing left for me
to show.
I know
there’s nothing left for us
no time
no space
nothing.
I’m sorry if
I wasn’t made for you.
It’s my fault,
I know. 

via swollenpoetry
Posted on Friday, February 10 2012.
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socially awkward. waiting, finding, losing, smiling.
ASK.
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