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3am laying on this bed thinking of my love.

I washed my hands remaining with a glove.

The thought of you upsets me.

As I ask myself why you? it sickens me.

God knows it could've been so much different.

I swaer my emotions now for you make it evident.

I try to digest the ideas I once nursed

But this time they all seem cursed.

A stage in loss of acceptance, could be true.

But this time I cannot stand the fantasies of you.

Have I grown out? Am I passed that love of us?

I'm happy with the thought of sweeping you under the bus.

I'm leaving you behind, I'm finally happy now.

Lord knows I've prayed down on my knees with a constant bow.

When how I felt for you was once love.

I look to who I love now I'm lifted high above,

Above all I could imagine the emotions so overwhelming. 

In the sound of melodies I've found a dwelling.

When regret haunts memories

I let my heart create a scrapbook of new memories and remedies

When I ponder why I  loved thee 

I remember, life comes with a fee

For every occurrence an experience of emotion

Only my heart knew the sorrows of devotion

When how I felt for you was once love

I open my eyes and realise I'm in love

Not with thee but my new found dwelling

Some time ago. Tears drown my eyes and swelling

But when how I felt for you was once lust

There's no love where emotions are clouded with list and the fear to trust.

When how I felt for you was once love

I now truly see that I'm in love

When the fear of losing you once tore me 

I now see that losing you made me.

PS thank you for helping me grow