some days,
when i hadn't seen
her fleeting smile
or felt her hands,
i'd cry
and beg
for her.
and i'd crawl under the covers
and chant
she loves me
she loves me.
because i knew she did,
she had to.
because i loved her
too much
for her to hate me.
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but a dream
Poetrythe tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.