To him, I was just another chapter,
A fleeting moment in his vast book,
But to me, he was the whole book,
The beginning, middle, and end.
In his eyes, I was just a passerby,
A temporary blip on his radar,
But in my heart, he was everything,
The reason for my existence.
He may not have seen me as significant,
Just a footnote in his grand narrative,
But to me, he was the main character,
The hero of my story.
I may have been just a blip on his timeline,
A brief encounter in his journey,
But to me, he was the destination,
The home I had been searching for.
He may have seen me as just another chapter,
Easily forgotten and replaced,
But to me, he was the whole book,
The pages I longed to read over and over.
His indifference may have stung,
His apathy may have hurt,
But in my heart, he was irreplaceable,
The one true love I could never forget.
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The Lines in Her Head
PoetryThis poem book follows the everyday struggles with mental health, finding love, and the struggles with heartbreak Warning there are some mentions of self harm struggles
