You don’t want this, but I love you.

You don’t need this, but I love you.

You didn’t ask for this, but I love you.

So many days go by where online is all I see of people living and I wonder if I’m living at all.

I’ll love you until the day I die and that I don’t promise it’s just the truth.

Somewhere out there you’re having a better night than me again but this time I’m not pretending

I’m just lying here wishing you were here or that something had gone right or that I didn’t fall right on my face.

Keeping pace losing faith

Losing face falling grace

If only somewhere there had been something clear and I had just listened.

Never told anyone

I’d still be loving you in a fantasy where every excuse was just fine by me you’d be home someday I’d still believe

Love and a lie.

At least I’d be blissfully ignorant and still writing you love poetry like

There you are living how you were meant to, healing others even though you don’t feel you can heal yourself

Isn’t it so presumptuous?

Quiet soft sobbing in the cell

Didn’t you think before you wrote anything or did you just

Decide you knew all these complete strangers because you were sad and lonely

Pathetic.

Don’t worry

I’m doing a better job knocking me off my feet than you ever could.

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