The City of Palms
I am hurt.
Not by you,
by what you didn't do.
I am mad.
Not because of you,
Because of how I felt when I was with you.
I am sad.
Not because I lost you,
Because I lost my dreams with you.
I love you
But I love the idea of you more.
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