A tool

I've been hoping and waiting that someday you would come to me.
But I've never been more than a tool for you.
You only remember me when there is nobody to talk to.
I die inside every time I hear you talk about the girl you like and ask me ideas of what you should do.
And yet, I can't stop loving you.
I wonder how long I will be able to keep going like this.

By Anonymous

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