unthinkable

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by Roziland

by Roziland

Who are you , where are you?

Where do I begin to look for you?

My heart is fond of your presence, it wants to believe that you want to be here with me.

So I see you in all these faces, and places, in many different forms. It's like my brain knows it's not you but my heart is not listening.

It hurts to see you so much, or to want to see you so much.
My heart's coping mechanism is to see my image of you, in the places, and in all of these strangers faces.

Why do I want you to love me so much? A long time ago I would've said this is unthinkable,
Unbelievable,

now it's my life...