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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