The Other Blog

Black as the night. Black as the thoughts in my head, flitting around like butterflies… chasing them away. I lie in bed, awake, head on my salty pillow, and think about you. It’s not appropriate… it’s not likely to happen… it’ll never happen. Black and white are imcompatible… some things never change.

Again tonight, I think I’ll cry myself to sleep… in the darkness, I think I’ll dream about your face, I think I’ll think about about your smile, and how it would be if you’d smile at me all the time, forever. What should I do… what can I do to make you like me?

Maybe I’ll cut myself and end up in a hospital,
Maybe you’ll see me then.
Maybe I’ll die or disappear completely,
Maybe you’ll think of me then.

Or maybe, no matter what I do, nothing will change… I’ll always be in the background, just another ordinary boy. You’re not like any of the other girls, but I’m just like every other boy. I don’t stand a chance… some things never change.

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