muse:
hallways are always where i see you. between class, before school, after school--regardless of what time it is, i always see you in the hallways. the same strange hallways where we used to walk side by side, laughing about inane things that i said in the midst of my insomnia. and now every time i see you in the hallways, your eyes meet mine but then sweep away. i'm not sure when or why or how i became a stranger to you, or if i can take it much more.
i'm waiting for you to pick up the pieces. you've done it once before and i was surprised that you actually cared enough to do it. but now that i know that i'm waiting all in vain, just tell me to leave. make me leave. 'cuz that is in all ways better than leaving me here, waiting in the hallways.
Inane's a new word to me.
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