You didn’t love me. You loved the idea of me.
You loved how I contrasted you, you loved having
arms to hold you at night, legs to spread,
a shoulder to cry on, someone
who will always justify your destructive deeds.
The things you allegedly loved about me
didn’t make me your loved one, or the one
that can have faith in you and feel safe with you.
They made me replaceable.
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I am in love with your poems. I find myself sharing them more often than it is healthy I suppose. xd <3
Oh, thank you so much, it’s so nice to read something like this 😀
When the idea and reality coincide, souls are celebrating.
Brilliant piece .
Bubbling with emotion.
Love love your writing. Sad your gone for a while, though totally understand the guest posts.
I will be back as soon as possible 😊