How are you? Are you doing okay? Let me guess that you can’t sleep again Not because of the heat But because you suddenly remembered who made your heartbeat It’s already two in the morning Yet here you are, expressing the pain through your writing.Dear You, daydreamer and believer Who sees themself in every book and poem Aspiring to be that character in that rom-com movie Or the one being serenaded by that one sweet song Hoping and believing it could happen to you too But all you’ve gotten are heartbreaks and disappointments.Dear You with a broken heart I’ve lost count as to how many times you’ve come back One?
Two? Three? Five? Aren’t you tired yet? How many times have you told yourself and others that you’re done? Done looking for love.
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