Our Love
Like a moth drawn to a flame
That is what it felt like
I knew it is terrible
It is wrong
I can't help it
I crave the heat
The warmth
The feelings
I never knew that could be felt
He stirs up
I knew it wouldn't last
I would always end up with the broken heart
Crying
Wailing
Sobbing
Infuriated with myself
Wondering why I always did this to myself
It was worth it
Such promises
He makes every time
I always fall for it
It is an illusion
A mirage
Like plastic
Easily moldable and controlled
Worthless and polluting
Oh so fake and empty
I was nothing
Our love
It was nothing but lies
Filled with empty promises
A web of half truths
Countless unspoken words and feelings
A tangle of mismatched pieces
An unsolved puzzle
With missing pieces
Forever undone
Nothing
A waste of time and effort
Long forgotten and thrown out
Fool's Gold
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CasualeHello. You there. I see you. Looking at this? Don't. It is just a bunch of my junky stories. Hence the title. But anyway, HELLO. Have a good day!
