Wearing white dress,
dressed in Sunday’s best,
trying hard to trick the one
you once tried to impress.
Back to friends
now and forever,
make amends,
change into a sweater.
A gray one—
white was too much.
Too bright and pure
to match your insecure love.
Your fingers hurt
from digging dirt—
a hole to place your feelings into.
A hole to show it only meant
you cannot bend
his heart to smile the same as yours.

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