The moment he asked me when I stopped loving him, my thoughts carried me away.
Maybe it was when I started waiting for him for hours, and he won't even show up.
Maybe it was when he started making promises he couldn't keep.
Maybe it was when it became easy for him to keep the truth and tell a lie.
Or maybe it was when my heart told me to stop wasting my time.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
