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Solitary Confinement
Your scent intruded my lungs as you let yourself through my front door
For the first time, this place finally felt like home
The door closing behind you, you wrapped me in your arms and kissed me at the bottom of the staircase
Your princess is a title that is long gone by now
You still swept me off my feet, carried me up the stairwell
Hollywood would kill to have our story
But it's not our story
You kissed me over and over, like a rabid dog hungry for its last meal
You told me to stop poking at bruises or else they might never heal
You apologized that you hadn't been the best
But you are the best
You are the best friend I never could have dreamed of
It's healthy for people to fight
We all have our ups and downs
And it's hard to forget the ups
Don't you miss the ups?
The happy times, do you remember them?
My best days are all with you, because you are the best
Without you, there are no days
You left through the back, brushing me off your shoulders
The dust settled around me
You were gone so fast, like you didn't want to be caught in my dandelion wishes anymore
This is not our story because a story is meant to be told
And all I want to do is wrap this up in bubble wrap to save in the attic for a rainy day
Someday, when my daughter is crying over her first heartbreak, I will tell her how she will get through this just like I did
But I won't tell her that I still cry over you at two in the morning when I can't sleep
Or show her the pictures of you I keep on a high shelg in the basement in case of a flood
This is not our story because life is not a fairytale
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