I lose you every morning.
When I'm forced to peel my eyes open.
When I wake up with a smile from a dream
where I'm still with you.
But it's not real.
It'll never be real.
So, I'm sorry that I can't move on
when everyday I have to realize
I wasn't good enough for you.-Gabsviolet
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Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind
PoetryWhat comes to mind at 3 am when you're missing someone.