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Exposure Therapy
A Poem
it’s another day where i wonder why
i allowed myself to get tangled up
in the idea of someone like you
as if you’re in a different universe
that’s a place i can never hope to touch
pictures lie and deceit is a game,
and i don’t want to play any of it
yet somehow here i am
i keep coming back for the bruises,
every single one, like clockwork,
because i tell myself it’ll be fine
and i’ll just get over you
but it gets harder and harder
as days turn into weeks into months
and it’s so hard just being a friend,
pretending i feel nothing more
even so, this is what i choose
because i know losing what i have
is the endgame i don’t want to live
and i don’t know, i don’t know
why i let you so close in the first place
when i knew you could never be mine, mine
and you don’t even realize, don’t even realize
how much it tears me up inside to think how
i can never…
