For a moment, I forget about you.
I stop thinking of the possibilities.
The torture of not knowing.
I am in a void of complete
Nothingness.
For the time, it feels sweet
But then I miss you, I miss your torture.
I miss the forbidden love.
That's when I come back.
The romantic nightmare begins again.
The loving and not having persists.
The watching but not being
The deliberate pain of love is felt
like a hot knife to the skin.
I adore the pain.
Nothing but a romantic nightmare.
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