My Broken Heart

I could never love you;

I just loved the idea of you.


You’re just a figment

of my imagination,

my highly creative thoughts.


We used each other

because we needed each other

to feel something, anything,

to feel alive.


But we’re dragging this out

for no rhyme or reason,

dragging each other around

to satisfy our own egos.


We’re creating fantasies

that will give us nightmares

when the dawn breaks.


A hallucination

of something that

feels and looks real,

but could never exist.

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