Nothing really sends me on a 
downward spiral 
like a person I thought would love me
the way i want to be loved.
But maybe it hurts the worst 
because they always fuck up 
right when I start to feel lucky 
to be a part of their existence 
and for a union built to experience 
the world in a new light
that went out before
it got bright
and it sucks that I think about them 
so much at night 
because it’s my favorite time
that becomes consumed
by thoughts of “what if”
reflecting off the moon.

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