I loved you, but in all
it s completeness I
failed.
I saw your cracks and
felt I needed to fix you.
I tried to make perfect
the very flaws that
made you beautiful.
I missed you but didn t
call a million times.
I kept my I m sorrys to
myself because my pride
told me to.
So indeed nny love for you
was poetic,
But what's poetry and
words without a little bit
of action?
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