in the twilight of my thoughts, where real and fiction blur,
i find solace in the whispers of worlds that never were.
love and heartbreak for paper souls, so deeply felt,
my heart pangs, clenches, with each card fate's cruel hand has dealt.
i cry for them, over them, as if my tears could mend
the fractures in their stories, the wounds time cannot bend.
their sorrows mirror mine, in ink and dream they blend,
my only peace and escape in the realms where they extend.
in my mind, i craft scenarios, speak to shadows bright,
holding conversations with ghosts who walk in twilight.
their voices echo softly, in the silence of the night,
a tender comfort, a fleeting, fragile light.
here, love feels real, as real as my own skin,
heartbreak's sharp edge cuts deep within.
fictional yet tangible, their lives are woven thin,
through my veins their stories spin.
so i linger in the twilight, where boundaries cease to be,
finding truth in fiction, and fiction's truth in me.
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Poetrypoems i've written. THE ONES FROM THE BOTTOM UP ARE THE BEST. i promise they get better and more lengthy. please don't take without credits. please don't copyright. and please don't make fun of these 🙏🙏😭.
