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Darling this is nothing like the movies...
It's hard to think about you not coming back,
Not being by my side like you always have...
You said you didn't believe me when I passed my heart to you, you handed it back and it fell apart.
I've loved you for so long and now you're gone,
All because I couldn't admit it to myself. Now I have and I'm alone.
They say that you can die from a broken heart and I wish I would. It would be better than going on with this pain inside of me. And this empty space where you used to be.
All the poetry I write is for you... it's the only way I can express this feeling.
But instead of loving me back you left.
No this really isn't like the movies, my confession only out is further from each other. You didn't smile and say tell me you knew all along. You turned your back and told me that I was lying to myself.
I can't lie about this. Not to you.
But this isn't a movie,
You won't come back with some grand gesture or recite poetry. No, you'll stay gone, an empty void in me I will not close. A black hole sucking away any piece of you like it never existed.