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Fickle as can fucking be.

I fall in love with the snap of two fingers.

My heart drops into your unknowing hands.

So it's only natural that you break it.

Just one word or look can send me tumbling.

Into love or contempt or the sad mixture of both I don't know.

Either way it's painful.

Hurtful.

My deceitful mind tells me that maybe there is hope.

That maybe all those things people said to me in grade school were lies and I just might be worth something.

I just want you to notice me.

I'll try my hardest to insert myself in to every conversation.

Try to sound intelligent and knowing.

Maybe then he will recognize.

Because I'm in love with a beautiful boy.

One that holds my fickle heart with a clenched fist.