\"she\'s given me\"
she gave me a half-smile sticky,
a borrowed eraser
when mine turned to dust.
she didn’t give me a text
when i messaged “hi,”
and didn’t read the sigh
behind those two letters.
she gave me front-row seats
to a single glance,
butterflies buzzing my chest
in dizzy circles.
she didn’t give her hand
when i stood too close,
left me pacing
empty halls of questions.
she gave me hope
wrapped in glittery sticky notes,
pocket-sized promises
i replay at night.
she gave me despair
like erased words—
blank pages yelling
that i’ll never know…
what she’s given and
what she’s kept
builds me up, breaks me down,
but here i stand, heart wild,
waiting for the next
gift of her kindness.
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