Is this love to You?
I'm better off with just the version of you in my imaginations. .
I'll be fine, for all I want is to be plain for you,
or the thoughts of you.
Don't coerce me to keep myself sane around you.
How did you learn to leave without caring for goodbyes?
How did you learn to come back to me, loving you?
Why would you kiss me every morning and make me feel worthless
when the whole world is watching?
How does everything come back to you?
You can't move on with someone new.
The first time you left, I remember dancing with your silhouettes,
the only truth that makes me nervous.
How the butterflies come to life when my thoughts wander
to the land of my fascination with you,
driven over and over by you going and coming back to me.
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