the feelings left are less than few
they fade fast as the day becomes night
i don't question anymore what it right
the pedal stool that you once sat upon is now a broken chair
the image of you has shattered and i don't even care
i realize now that you are indeed flawed-never meant to be
at least not forever, and that is something i truly now see.
its funny how in love i thought i was-
confused by emotion driven by lust
it's toxic and beautifully addicting
a true drug dream...
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