No, I didn't love you. That's why I stood by your side while you made my life a place of torment. No, I certainly didn't love you. At all. That's why I gave you chance after chance, trying to convince myself there was something good within all the suffering you caused me. But, once more, I didn't love you. I couldn't stand how much I cared, how my soul refused to let go of yours. So no, I didn't love you. I was in love with the person I thought you were, and day by day you proved me wrong. You taught me how mistaken our ideals of a person can be.
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James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
