In the beginning it was all love and happiness.
You flattered me with gifts and kisses.
We were best friends who never left the other's side.
Everyone looked at us like we were celebrities.
But if you really looked closely enough,
you could see the pain in our eyes.
We were in love with the idea of love.
I believed we had something.
I believed we were meant to be.
I believed in love.
You didn't. After everything,
I was still holding on when you let go the second things went wrong.
I held on-to nothing, I guess.
I texted you night after night begging to be in your life; suicide.
Every time I think or go out of my way for you, I'm killing myself.
I can't do that anymore, but I continue to because
I love you.
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