Sickness

I often get lost
in this delusion of mine
thinking how it would be;
how would you be and how would I be
If I were to love you, and you, to love me.

And I smile,
as soon as thoughts like these
graze my head and before I know,
my heart throbs,
it aches, it beats against my chest.

I mean, how can I dream
when as far as I know myself
I am not supposed…
I don’t deserve anything!

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