it would be a grave injustice
to the overall balance of humanity
to become a better person...
it would worsen my insanity
...
a smile in a painted mirror
hung on a cardboard wall
an artificial reflection
in this world that's grown so small
...
the man of my dreams
is not what he seems
...
she sits back and watches his life,
a silent partner...a silent wife.
...
i dropped my bags at the gates and walked away.
i know he's waiting in the terminal to see my face in the crowd
...
hearts that didn't last
our now parts of my past
that made me the lover i'll be.
these hearts will be carried
...
his conscience grew as his thoughts turned to her
my conscience knew he would return to her
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i'm not made of steel
i am more real than i thought
...
'he loves me, he loves me not'
thoughts while sketching stick figured lovers
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