you were so transparent, that was why I thought I loved you.
I could spin endlessly into the depths of what your eyes reflected.
The words you chose and
the touch you could render to mean more than you knew.
All of that was transparent
Maybe it happened so a writer could have a muse
we are such longing creatures, no?
Our longing outlasts other experiences, or so I say, who is to say?
moments fling themselves into thoughts
I am flailing so I do not attach myself to more distraction
when you, your hands on my hips, said "I want to be with you so much"
I just walked away and stilled myself. stop.
you were transparent like nobody else I knew at that time
That was why I thought I loved you
Now I realize the fleeting rush were illusions fed by fantasies
of a love you never even felt
and yes I was shown all this and yes I have nothing to miss
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