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I guess a little part of me was wishing that you were watching or that you would care.

I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I could no longer reach out to you because you would simply not be there.

I was so caught up in the moment that I missed the concrete.

I made you up in my head, you were never half of the man I imagined.

I fell asleep dreaming of you creating scenarios that will never happen, maybe that's what was feeding my obsession. 

When a poet falls in love it's an understatement, she is drowning in love and swimming in lust because everything is felt so deeply.

I wanted to be the one ready to catch you when you fall but instead, I was the one who fell and you weren't there to catch me.

Maybe she is broken inside but it's one thing to be broken and not wanting to be fixed.

The pain is feeding her soul and she doesn't know how it feels to not be broken.