I am not in love with you.
I am in love with the you I created in my mind,
And I try and search for him like a blind
But I only find you and it's like a flu.
You have his face and body and you sometimes say the same things he says to me.
And when I see that your hands are touching others
It's like I am stung by one,huge bee.
And for a second I might cry.
But I remember then and there that you are not him.
You are just a temporary face
A face I liked for a blank space.
You are not the one who married me
And you are not the one I met at the Black Sea.
You are not the one who cried when he met his sweet pea
And you are not the one I see with me.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
I am not in love with you.
I am in love with the you I created in my mind,
And I try and search for him like a blind
But I only find you and it's like a flu.
You have his face and body and you sometimes say the same things he says to me.
And when I see that your hands are touching others
It's like I am stung by one,huge bee.
And for a second I might cry.
But I remember then and there that you are not him.
You are just a temporary face
A face I liked for a blank space.
You are not the one who married me
And you are not the one I met at the Black Sea.
You are not the one who cried when he met his sweet pea
And you are not the one I see with me.
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