this isn't really love

this isn't really love

and you're really not the you

i think you are, are you?

my love is for an image

of the image in my head

and the inner conversation

going on and on and on

with you.

and never coming true.

I fell in like.

as I thought I might,

but you pushed my like away

and you took your like back.

but I'd given you a note

saying friend, meaning love

and you just screwed it up

and put it in your pocket

and forgot it.

The End

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