so vanishing
Punishing me for creating this lovely image in my head.
Cry with me lonely.
Hold what used to be me and watch me vanish in your arms.
Caress what happens to be my hair, while I sob on your shoulders.
This isn’t us. This isn’t real.
We would never because I’ll never let myself be so vulnerable.
Goodbye to what used to be me.
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