False Idol
Sometimes you miss it even more
when you never actually had it.
When your imagination does that thing
with the pedestal and perfection.
When you get ideas
of what the person is
or isn't
When you never realize
that neither
are true.
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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