You put me in your back pocket.
I've kept you in my heart for months.
I fear these feelings.
I fear love.
Your silence causes me to question.
I'm tired of being an option, rather than a choice.
I know you're not perfect.
You're looking for the best.
Well baby, I'm going to fucking rule the world someday.
No question about that.
You're either in or out.
I don't have time for this petty bullshit.
Time to retreat.
As always.
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