The Reality of things
I miss you.
I don’t miss the real you
I miss the idea of what I made you to be
But the harsh reality crashes in
You are not what I made you to be in my mind
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Why do I feel sad about the smallest things? Why does my heartache for people who don't ache for me? My mind tricks my heart and my heart tricks my mind.
I miss you.
I don’t miss the real you
I miss the idea of what I made you to be
But the harsh reality crashes in
You are not what I made you to be in my mind