Confession

I had to stop romanticizing a broken heart

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I sometimes miss
The fantasy of you
The love and angst
I could hang onto
A story glossed over
To make it shine
When I was meant to be
Yours and you were mine

But that dream is
Buried six feet down
And I can’t resurrect hope
From this frozen ground
Or tell myself the lies
To make it feel real
I loved, you left, and then
I healed

Skip all the hysterics
In between
The nearly-endless grief
And ruined dreams
The lovers who held me
While I dreamed of you
And lived on fantasies
To see me through

Until that story, finally,
Fell apart
No more romanticizing
A broken heart
I loved, you left, I
Loved you, you left
It’s true
But on nights like this,
I miss the fantasy
Of you.