How?
How can this happen?
How can something that felt so right end up so wrong.
You really got me this time.
I believed the things you did to me were real.
From the butterflies that erupted from my stomach whenever I saw you, to the warmth that radiated from my heart and cheeks.
I felt loved,
happy.
But, now I realize what went wrong.
You were an illusion.
A "what if".
It was never going to last for long.
The happiness and warmth I felt was mistaken for manipulation and trickery.
You never really loved me.
No, you just liked who I was,
what I was building for myself.
You loved the thought of me.
-LNL
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Rigor Samsa
Poetry"n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated...
