how can i just look at you
and think to myself,
i don't love you anymore,
i'm over you.
because i don't
think i can.
i have never been
bland with my feelings.
there was never no
in between
for me;
there was never no
greyscale
for me.
it was either
black or white.
i either fell so hard in love
or i didn't feel a damn thing.
i either slept for hours on end
or i had a torturous insomniac night.
i either walked, strolled slowly
or i ran for my life, i sprinted.
with you,
from the moment we met,
i fell in love.
not with just
your eyes,
your smile,
your perfectly carved face,
but
your heart,
your soul.
i can't just-
i don't know,
were you
expecting me
to just get over it?
just. like. that?
because then
you must not
know me.
am i supposed to say
i'm sorry?
am i supposed to say
my apologies?
but for what
would i apologise for?
for loving you
so passionately?
for giving you my
heart and soul?
because i can't.
there's not many
that i meet
and have my affections
run deeply for.
you
were
special
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