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Restless nights,

I spent watching time pass by.

I'm still reminiscing over all his lies,

savoring every memory of his smile,

tasting every salty tear that drops from my eyes.

I'm old enough to be considered wise, but I'm just as foolish & naive as a child.

I wonder why?

Only when I loved a criminal did love become a crime.

Only when I loved a thief did I lose that fragile heart of mine.

Only when I loved a psychiatrist did I discover that I've lost my mind.

That was when I heard the chimes.

He was long gone.

I had lost track of time,

and lost him, too.

In the process of being mesmerized.

He slipped from my grip,

my heart was ripped,

trembling lips,

trying to form words for how I felt,

I could almost feel them on my fingertips,

but even a script is useless for someone whose lips are zipped.

The tulips he gave me are no longer alive,

but I preserved them between the pages of books I liked.

I still look at them from time to time.

I wonder why,

I feel so terrible over losing something that was never mine?

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