I'm not sure when she stopped telling
me
What she thought I wanted to heart,
Only to begin telling me everything
She wanted to hear herself say.
She tells me that it's real this time,
That she would never leave me,
That she could never hurt me,
That she was a different person back
then.
(Oh sure, only once, and never again.)
She tells me that if she won the
lottery,
and anything in the world was within
her means
She would choose only me.
She is thirty years old, and still
plays make-believe.
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