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True love…

may just be a tag

phony people use

to glorify

their lives.

I don’t use tags.

I don’t use stickers

to express myself.

Everything raw.

Everything pure.

That…

is me.

If you can accept me

with my impurities—

I am ready

to pass

every extraction process

of your heart.

After all…

my sunken eyes,

my drunken consciousness,

my insomniac nights—

they tell stories

of unfulfilled dreams.

Even when you are asleep,

I find you

awake

in my mind.

The heart that beats for you

no longer beats

for those left behind.

Maybe…

they were just sceneries.

And you—

you were the entire universe

I missed

for years…

and years.