366 Poems: May 10th, 2016

Bored

I fear that someday I won’t be your star,

that you will not speak glitter in my name,

that I will fade with all the girls afar,

and with them, you will think of me the same.

Because I fear you’ve gotten bored of me–

that everything I have is yours to take,

And it is all in my head hopefully,

but will I keep standing it?

Just you wait.

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