When I told you I loved you,
it was a lie.
I loved the man I thought
you could be.
I loved the man you were
when you're not with me.
I loved the man
you let my friends meet.
I loved the man
you let my parents see.
And when you can't keep up
the act any longer,
That's when I realized
we're better off as strangers.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
