Axiom
You think of me day and night,
To you I am perfect,
You see nothing but me.
But I see you in a different light,
I see now who you truly are,
I can see your uncultivated soul.
I fell in love with the way you loved me,
The way I was the only thing in the world
That mattered to you at all,
But I know now
That I did not fall in love
With you.
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