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Jul 2020
I met you in a world where no one dared to travel
I met you through a friend whom was not a friend before
I saw your eyes and dared to dream of you that night

We spent days without counting
We found comfort through indecision
I’m always in love for one reason
or another

Too invested after 24 hours
Too attached after 72
Willing to traverse the skies after 96

sigh

And so of course
the last day brings loose change
Sweet nothings turned to blank stares
You looked at others but I wailed
I told myself there was no worry to feel
A lie so naive, so pure and so vain

You may mistake me for another
toss me in favour of unrequited lovers
It’s just another heart to be broken
A tattooed mistake to be remembered

And why should you care if it isn’t yours?
A landfill of stars couldn’t change
the ownership of its pulse
It’s just another heart to be broken

And that’s all I was to you.
love is suicide
Written by
Felix  29/M
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