A subtle hint
A misread sign,
What our minds do to pass the time.

Make us see things
That just aren't there,
Make something solid out of air.

We see people who we like,
Like us back to make us feel,
As if something that was never there,
Is something really real.

It helps us to feel that we never had these feelings,
That all our hints and misread signs were just some common dealings.

These people then we don't forget,
We often think of them,
Of how they moved and smiled and sighed,
And of the rest of them.

And often after we still think,
When we know how they feel,
Of how one small mind can create something out of nothing,
Something really real.

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I hate them
I hate them,
I hate them all.

I hate the talking and the rejection,
I hate the laughing and the lies.

I hate the pity, I hate the sorrow,
The sweet embrace of hard goodbyes.

I hate their disregard for everything,
That makes them laugh at all.