If I Loved Him

If I loved him,

I would be staring fear directly in the face,

hoping that I could hold myself together,

torn by the temptation to tear myself limb from limb,

rebuilding myself into the girl I am,

in his dreams.

I hold my eyes open,

so that I can’t sleep,

hoping he’ll mimic me,

because I’m not sure I can be that girl,

anymore.


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