s
t
a
y?
you never asked me
until it was too late.
to stay would ruin more
than it would fix.the risks
are no longer worth it,
no longer exciting.reality is too real
if i stay.reality doesn't care
the way i do.that's what you two have in common.
you're being selfish
and you don't even see,
how staying,
would devastate me.don't give me that option
i can't have it.
i don't want it.the thought of staying
fills my sorry brain
with fairytales;the kind i've been thinking about since
leaves began falling.the leaves are back and
nothing has changed between us.i can't wait.
i can't stay.

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Julie's Poems
PoetryI write too much to keep track of it. Here are some poems ranging from deeply romantic to complete nonsense.