Is it that unacceptable for a beast to love,
A creature more majestic than it is?
A creature more accepted than it is?
A creature better than it is?

Is it that ironic that I still want you,
Even though it hurts so much;
So much to just think of you,
And everything good that'll never happen?

Is it that hurtful to love,
Love so much that you can't put anyone above them;
Love so much that you sleep to the thought of them,
Love so much that you can't?

Is it really that easy to let go,
When you hold on so many memories,
When you're inches away yet feel a thousand miles apart,
When you never found out how much you are to them?
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Oh, my bad.
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*You're too busy loving someone else.