I'll miss you.
Love you.
Hug you.
Kiss you.
Or at least I'll pretend to.
You'll miss me.
Love me.
Hug me.
Kiss me.
But only in my fantasy.
They're my disguise.
These lies.
Despised.
To run from my demise.
Perhaps one day I will forgive you.
Perhaps one day I'll know what's true.
But now I'm stuck in some weird fantasy.
And I'm not sure I want to find reality.
They're my disguise.
These lies.
Despised.
To run from my demise.
I'll never fix this heart of mine, so scarred and now capsized.
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sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.