I'm not sorry

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For the times you cried.
For times you called me your love.

Delusional.

That's what we were.
You didn't love me.
You were scared.
Scared of being alone.

And I loved the idea of forever.

Now do you see what we did to each other?
They can't see me, am slowly disappearing.

Changing, becoming one with the abyss.

I can't recognize what you've become nor can I recognize the man in the reflection.

I swear mid-night is the best time to think about you while I write these poems about us.

Quote
"Too broken to try anymore
But too hopeful to stop now"
__rauna shapua

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