Sometimes my imagination would run away with me.
I would think of you hugging me from behind,
you telling me I'm beautiful, even if I don't believe it,
you, telling me you love me and really meaning it.
But I also have to stop myself.
Because it's not real,
not yet
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PoetryI loved you once, with all my heart. You were my sun and my moon. The smile on my face and the shine in my eyes. You were my happiness, but that was before you came and ripped me apart. You left me to rot in my grief, just because she was more beaut...
