Was once my world bright?
Radiant?
Effervescent?
Yes?
But sadly ephemeral?
Solitary blame?
No?Who made it so?
Thee?
Alluring girl?
Tantalizingly present? Gravitational?
Boy?
Offering solace? Warmth?
Carrying our eros and ludus with dishonest hands?
Shattering philautia, Last Love?Is this knowledge certain?
Does remembrance come to me?
Fragmented? Distorted?
Memories euphoric?
Blissful?Toxic?
Reality, surfacing?
Sweet kisses?
Snug hugs?
Passion?
All an act?Stinging words?
That ever bleeding wound in the heart?
Caught within a lie?
Pervasive hopelessness?
Real?Did I lose myself? Or gain you?
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Afterword: I had seen some of the people in my life go through some tough relationships, not just with spouses but friends, boy/girlfriends, and even siblings. It got me to thinking about the type of relationship where you know you shouldn't give so much of yourself up, but you do anyway because you love the other person. Eventually, the worst happens and they betray your trust and you realize that you no longer know who you were before them, your whole position on life was based on this singular relationship.
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