Was I wrong?

How could I think you could ever want me

How could I think you’d ever want more than just my body

How could I think you would like me

Maybe it was in your words

Maybe it was in your actions

Maybe it was in your “I miss you”‘s and “I want you”‘s

Maybe it was in the way you look at me

That said you actually do like me and want me

Maybe it was my dream

That you’ve so lovely crushed

Once you saw the possibility of “something more” happen

You fed my delusion

Left me in great confusion

Now healing is the solution

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It’s three a.m. in my kitchen

The moon makes my tears appear as pearls

Making my misery something shiny, pretty and not so very sad

I’m crying while you’re sleeping

Like you always slept on the possibility of love