i was a cringe teenager (not much has changed)

(6) loving you wasn't a choice.

It's hard to tell if he is broken or healed.
Or floating somewhere in between.
I hear his lies and I take them to be the truth,
And other times his truth is hard to believe.
I saw him as a prefect sculptured masterpiece,
I could see no flaws.
My eyes had failed to see the spilled ceramic,
But when I did see it,I knew it was art too.
He was the epitome of beauty,
And nothing could change it.
Loving him had never been a choice I realised,
It was inevitable.
And no matter if that broke me to pieces and made me bleed myself to death,
I could never stop loving him.
I had to be knowing this,
But my mind had been making excuses of its own,
Telling me that I could get over,
But sad that I never thought,
That maybe running away would make me fall.
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~Muskan x