The way I loved him no one could compared but the way he loved me everyone just laughed and stared
The way that he did things was word play and the way that I understood it as being loved a certain way
The way that I loved my favorite toy and just wondering that toy was for someone else to enjoy
The way that I thought that he loved me could surpass the moon and the stars but the gaslighting word play would make me want to convince myself what was real when it was actually fake
The way that distance could play where he isn’t yours but someone else and even the lies that was built from false storylines
The way that fairytales begin and sometimes end could be amazing if the truth was revealed
The ways of the world is difficult to predict just like the love of the brightness of the sun compared to the darkness of the sky at night
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MaryJane Logan
I am a lovely human that needs to express her internal feels to understand myself from my own lenses
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