Even though I am sure it seems
As though I can read minds
Looking through skin into
Your skull, past your eyes,
I promise it is not true,
So do not expect me
To be able to understand
How you can move on from
Something I believed was real
When you said you "felt" like it was.
I am sorry I was not everything
You thought you wanted.
YOU ARE READING
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