It's the whole "I see the end before it has arrived." The mirror is foggy but I know the reflection isn't mine.
It's desperately hoping I can make myself fall out of love with him before I have to accept the fact that he has fallen out of love with me (or that he never loved me to begin with). Because I can't take another shock to my brain as I realize my eyes no longer have 20-20 sight.
I already feel the excruciating pain now; burning fingers on the iron before my body retracts my hand faster than I can process the hurt.
I tell myself that I caught it early, but its just a lie. At any stage I would've known, the loss hurt just the same. Doesn't matter if it was day one, or three days prior to today. As if saving myself something as mere as 24 hours would have a grand diminished effect on my level of pain. 1440 less minutes of loving you. 86400 less seconds of thinking there was a future with you. Never enough time to start planning a new life without you.
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Limerence
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
