I Guess It Wasn't Real
I guess it was too easy.
I guess for something to answer my every prayer,
Dream
Wish,
It has to be harder.
For it to give so much
It has to take that much more.
I guess I slept to soundly.
Love is sleepless nights.
I guess I was too content.
Love is tears and sighs.
I guess I was too stubborn.
Love changes you.
Paint purple under my eyes
If that’s what it takes.
Yank out my heart
And return it bruised.
Chisel my soul
Until it is a stranger
To me.
But not to him.
I am more than willing.
So make it hard.
But make it real.
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