We pretend.
We play house.
We form pseudo relationships
out of our mind's images.
We DrEsS uP in LoVe
(and when it ends)
We MAKE BELIEVE OUR TRAGEDIES.
Then,
ONE of US,
sits.
ONE of US,
waits.
Wishing the Other would Come Out to Play.
Wishing like a Little Girl
that the child's game
we were just playing (?),
Every Day,
for what seems like a decade,
would just escape from our imagination
&
Become The Truth.
The kind of love and truth
that lolls a child to sleep at night.
i can see
We're Both Really Tired.
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