It's hard to look at you
To see the man I loved
and not feel loved
but even worse to look at you and feel no love at all
I never wanted to reach the point of lovelessness with you
I hoped that this love had a chance
a future
As I write to you, I think of our past
our us
I used to look back on our past with a smile and hope in my heart
Now I think of when first we met,
When we first talked,
when we first fell in love
and all I see is two people
Naïve,
children,
clueless to the future and how they will break each other
heart, soul, and mind
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