You loved
the idea of her
the perfect creature
you crafted in your mind
Instead of
learning
about her dreams
or the depths
of who she was
you wasted your nights
creating your silver screen persona
your magazine poses
to show the world
Alone now
in the shadows of your room
you cannot fathom
how your glittering prize
managed to escape you
never realizing
that it's a bit
like holding sand
the tighter you grip
the more slips away
until you are left
with a small handful of grains
of beach glass
and regret
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