a guy, in blue shirt, with a blue berms. walked pass my shop, rolling his ear piece on his ipod. he looked like you, so alike, that same hair, that same size, that same style, the same way you rolled your earpiece on your ipod. i ran out of my shop, i peeked out. he is not you. he is not you. i walked back in, sat down on my chair, feeling pathetic. you removed me, so easily, why? teach me, how did you do that? why do i have to be the one seating in my shop, crying to myself, hoping you'll drop me a text, saying you regret it? why do i have to cry when the shop is quiet and run to the toilet when a customer pops in, and cry again when it's all quiet. why am i still hoping? i don't know why either. i really loved you. i am pathetic. very pathetic. so pathetic. i am just another girlfriend of yours. i wish you were just another boyfriend too. don't hate me for writing this here. i need somewhere to fall back on. you stopped loving me, i can't afford you to hate me too.
