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Somewhere between
passionate and ignorant.
Is this real,
 or just a figment
of my utter delusion?
It’s confusing.
I’m refusing
to view the truth
instead I bask
in your illusions.
When the truth is
I feel used & overlooked.
It’s flabbergasting
and disgusting
how much love and
how much trust
I found you
‘oh-so-worthy’ of…
The silly things
we do for love.