Missing Him

At times like these,
I really miss my best friend,
But he’s different than who he used to be.

I fell in love with an image,
Was blinded by that feeling,
And I couldn’t see what was real,
Right in front of me.

I miss our long walks,
The ones we would talk about everything,
Then he would wrap me up in his arms,
And tell me how much he loved me.

What I didn’t realize back then,
Was that it was all an act,
Just a game he liked to play
‘Til thinks started to get shaky,
When he would find someone else to take my place.

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