Pretend
I love how we pretend that I don’t feel anything for you.
As if it really were a clean slate.
As if you never even knew.
I love how you pretend how I don’t turn bright red,
whenever you come close.
As if I don’t like you in that way.
As if I only see you as a friend.
I love how you pretended not to notice that I secretly like playing spin the bottle.
When you kissed me on the cheek.
Just like little kids.
I hate how you pretend not to notice things I want you to know.
B ut I love how you don’t hate me for those things.
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