They say we fall in love with the kind of love we think we deserve.
Mine is not courageous or brave,
Mine is not devoted and faithful,
Mine is not there when I need it most.
My love lets me alone with a packed life in a trunk and all our plans crumbled down my feet.
My love makes me suffer alone at the end of the world.
My love harms me the most.
My love is selfish and my love.. is no longer.
©phantom
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