I do not love you anymore I don't love your stupid, heavenly smile, or your skin under the golden hour. No, I don't even love your enthralling voice, or your long fingers over my little hand.
I shouldn't ask myself anymore how much I have loved you. I shouldn't question myself if you loved me. I don't want to know the answer, do I?
It has been a nightmare every time I have dreamed of you.
You couldn't even love me or look at me like I did. You couldn't hold my soul like I did. You couldn't see my wings, like I saw your tiny kindness beneath the rain inside of you.
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