Dreaming

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Dreaming, drowning,

you were always falling.

Falling for me, walking out

on me.

I slept in his bed for months,

and all i did was compare. He was

taller.

He was

stronger.

He was

kinder.

I hated his kindness, the way

he looked at me like I was magic.

I loved that he thought I was magic.

I just wished it was you.

I missed your bed, and your arms, and how

long your hair grew in the winter.

But we weren’t talking,

and he was so loving.

Pleasant happiness instead of mind numbing

love.

I chose one for the rest of my life,

and that’s all that was left.

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