I used to think
You were made of stardust,
Wrapped in some cosmic glow
I could never quite touch.
But now, I see—
You were just skin and bones,
another heartbeat
Walking down the same streets as me,
Nothing more, nothing less.
It was my love
That spun you into something else,
Weaving you from ordinary threads
Into something untouchable,
Something divine.
I built the pedestal,
Carved it from my own hands,
And placed you on top,
High enough to kiss the sky.
But there was no magic in you.
You never shimmered like I thought.
It was my gaze
That cast the light around you,
My heart
That turned you into something more
Than just another human being.
I won't regret the spell I cast,
Or the way I let myself believe
In what I'd made of you.
But lesson learned—
The magic wasn't yours.
It was mine all along.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it