Something different.. (4)

Delaying the post because I can't seem to focus, so this is something I've written a few days ago.  


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"She loves my hair." he stated.
But that's not me.



"She looked beautiful in red." he said.
But that's not me either.



"Her smile is flawless." he said.
But no, that's not me either.



"She thinks my abs are hot." he announced confidently.
But that's still not me.



"She's he prettiest I've ever met."
No, not me either.



Because to him, I'm none of that.



To him, I'm that friend.



To him, I'm that person that still lingers.



To him, I'm that alibi.



To him, I'm not even a choice.



To him, I'm only someone he knows.



And it shatters me to pieces to admit,



that to me, he's the ray of hope.



Keeping me yearning.



Keeping me longing.



Keeping me alive.


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