maybe it was him,
maybe it was me,
maybe we were so entranced with the illusion of each other the world crumbled and yet we were still floating in the fantasy of our love.
maybe he loved me so much he lost himself , maybe I never knew him because I only knew who he was when he was around me.
maybe I was so lost that I tried to find myself in him.
i tried to find myself in someone else and that made us both lose who we were.
maybe I loved him.
maybe he loved me.
maybe it's just a fucked up fate that we never got the chance to see.
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Unspoken Thoughts
Poetrycollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
