ignorance is bliss
pretending is basically an alternate heaven on earth
imagining things makes everything better
and refusing to see them paints rainbows on the insides of your eyelids
squeezed
shut
from the world
as long as i don't think about this it's not real
and therefore has nothing
to do
with me
i don't care about you
i don't
that's what i dedicate my waking hours to
i don't think about you
never do
seeing you makes my heart grow wild in my chest
traps my breath in a bell jar
and i lean against a wall to think about how i
don't
care
about you
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