This poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
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This is a goodbye, my muse. This piece reminds me how you got me confused. I said it's temporary, yet I held it dearly Each word I used was drawn from reality.
It aches to leave this phase behind, But you were just a moment, not meant to bind. I swore I'd leave you, as I said before, So now I close this fleeting door.
Thank you for making me feel the ache, Because through it, I learned what love could fake. Each line I wrote now fuels a blaze, With meaning carved from distant days.
And gladly, you were there a part Of every beat within my heart. This is for you, my temporary love, A love I thought was sent from above. But in the end, it was just a phase No different from the passing days.
My muse, I’ll call you RG. You were great. I hope to meet you, though perhaps it’s fate To never finish what we once began So I’ll end this piece… with my last stand
