Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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You say it is incredibly easy to love me,

As if it is something you were meant to do the moment you saw me and I saw you too,

But, darling, you have not realized it yet but in due time you will,

Loving me is the most exquisite form of self-destruction.

You have destroyed yourself completely just to rebuild me yet here I am, destroying myself all over again,

So much so that you cannot build me back up again,

So much so that I am broken beyond repair.

You do not have to deny it for it is simply the truth,

You do not have to tell me otherwise because I see it in your eyes, in your face, in your expression,

Your words conflict with your actions,

You falter and fall yet say that you still stand tall, never growing tired but it is only because you were already tired from the start,

You were swimming to shore just when I was about to drown in the depths,

You were already climbing up while I was still in mid-air,

You were falling out of love when I barely even started falling in.