If you ever see yourself reflected in my poems, just know
They are not about you.
These jumbled sentences come from a subconscious where dark thoughts reside from the full moon of the night
They don't mean anything unless you let them.
People can murder, cheat and lie in my mind
They hurt, cry and lash out on their kind
But never did I say 'This is about you'
Because all there was in my mind was your smile
I read my dream that I wrote a year ago and the descriptions and dates fit yours so much more
Stupid of me, I know, to go on comparing you to my notes
Because you're human,
Not a machine,
Not a concept,
Not a subject or a process
That could be improved it changed
I've loved you the way you always were
The fireworks of the Fourth of July can't compare to the ones that were there when I fell for you.
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