I've figured it out now.

Took me long enough.

Almost two years too long,

ironic to think I knew it from the start.

Ironic to think I ever deserved a place in your heart.

I loved you, and you loved me

but together we were but a dream.

I never belonged in your life.

I never belonged in your reality.

I never belonged in anything other than a fantasy.

But I was stupid enough to believe I could fly

on wings made out of lies.

I was convinced our love

would be enough

when in truth our love

was as real as us.

Don't ask me to explain

why I can't say your name

why I can't say goodbye

before I get on that plane.

I have nothing left to give,

you have nothing left to take.

The End

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