Sometimes I wonder why I bother to dream.
I know I should hope and expect so much...
...but it hard to trust when the pain is vivid.
My faith is so shallow, so weak, so often...
How do you love me for me?
When it seems like all I can feel
and that all I ever do
is fall in this cycle,
this vicious pain
of a broken heart
and shattered dreams,
such silly poetry not even worth a second glimpse.
Do you see me when we both dream,
or is this yet another false tale
where distance is measured in heart beats
and I know there is no room for me?
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