Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Cotton Balls

I drown myself in fairytales and artificial love to try and forget him. I consume myself in these things to try and fill the void that was left by his destruction. He was a tornado
that ripped its way through my heart. When the dust settled
and I realized he was gone forever, there were holes left where he tore his way through. So, this is why I preoccupy myself with fantasies. If I'm able to stuff fake loves into those holes like cotton balls, then I get to stay numb for just a little while longer.

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