What was I doing
thinking you were my love
and convincing myself
you were enough,
because I wasn’t?

What was I doing
dreaming about our future,
when you broke my heart
so deeply that a suture
couldn’t even fix this?

What was I doing
crying myself to
sleep most nights,
as if insomnia also kept you
up thinking of me?

What was I doing
if not learning
about you? Well
I guess I was just learning
about me.

I was learning a lesson
no one deserves
but everyone
somehow learns,
about the lies we tell
ourselves, and the
truth about love.


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