Sometimes I think
Maybe I did lose
The world.
The one where I was happy
And he smiled for me.
The one where happiness
Was real and
He cared about me.
Maybe that world
Actually lost me.
Me when the
Surreal aspect of love
Was more than apart of me.
When shattered kisses were
A thing of the past.
I guess it takes time
To only completely
Forget.
I suppose there is more
To me then the broken things.
But I still have yet to find any.
I am the broken wishes.
The shattered kisses.
The false words And
The lack of hope.
I am the stardust.
The child who wishes and wishes,
Only to have them all fall down.
I am the razor in my hand.
The letters and the blood.
The everything you
Wanted once.
I am here, upon my shelf.
Praying you'll notice me
Again like you did before.
My world lost me because here
I am, looking in to a place I
Once called home, And, my dear,
That place was your arms.
 
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