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A splash of color
enters your speech, berating
me for being me.
***
My opinions were
foolish to you, childish, lame.
You had no respect.
***
I tried to obtain
a scrap or shred of your love,
but you were empty.
***
If only I had
caught your tricks earlier,
spared myself the pain.
***
I loved you truly,
but you did not love me back.
Were you a mirage?
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
Well-wrought! When mirror regards mirror, which is the reflection? It's so hard sometimes to separate reality from our fondest wishes, and who can blame us for aspiring to the highest desiderata?
Damn , so deep 😢