They say that real love is blind
But it don’t make sense to me.
Everyday when I unwind,
I replay all these vivid memories
They’ve fermented with time
In this mental distillery.
I heard letting go is sublime
But it feels a lot like a lobotomy
You say that I whine
I say am deconstructing my tragedies
True love was my crime
Now my heart’s in the penitentiary
I’m doing my time
Paying my debts to society
That says real love’s enshrined
In the essence of pure humanity
I feel like a mime
This stuff isn’t real to me
True love severs your spine
You’re dependent on reciprocity
I’ve elevated my mind
And altered my emotional trajectory
Now when I tell you I’m fine
Please don’t question my sanity
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