I no longer want love.
Once upon a time
maybe
but watching the internal collapse
of my entire world
snapped me out of the thought
of living here happily ever after.
I wish for the peace
that being a living ghost
of who I used to be
can afford me.
Slowly shrinking away from those
I once knew
glancing back at memories
Of living silently in my thoughts
And dancing in my dreams.
Let me live in my land of make-believe
just a little while longer
where my heart can’t be broken
by loving
Or by living.
I would rather live in peace
live in the made-up world I create
Instead of giving myself to someone else
Just for them to break.
There’s no beauty in the breaking
when you’re used to being broken.
There’s only so many times
you can mend the wounds
That someone else gave you
until you decide you rather live
vicariously
through made-up characters
in the books you read
and the worlds in which you create.
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